If: a play in four acts by Lord (Edward J. M. D. Plunkett) Dunsany
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[Exit with Aho-oomlah.
JOHN BEAL almost gasps.] ARCHIE BEAL [who has been looking round the tent] What has he been saying? JOHN BEAL They're--they're a strange people. I can't make them out. ARCHIE BEAL Is that the heap that oughtn't to be worshipped? JOHN BEAL Yes. ARCHIE BEAL Well, do you know, I'm going to chuck this hat there. It doesn't seem to me somehow to be any more right here than those idols would be at home. Odd isn't it? Here goes. [He throws hat on right heap of idols. JOHN |
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