If: a play in four acts by Lord (Edward J. M. D. Plunkett) Dunsany
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ARCHIE BEAL
So you're not going to marry her? JOHN BEAL Marry her! Good Lord, no. Why, you'd never dare ask her. She's not that sort. I tell you she's a sort of queen. And (Good Lord!) she'd be a queen if it wasn't for Hussein, or something very like one. We can't go marrying queens. Anyhow, not one like her. ARCHIE BEAL Why not one like her? JOHN BEAL I tell you--she's a--well, a kind of goddess. You couldn't ask her if she loved you. It would be such, such . . . ARCHIE BEAL Such what? JOHN BEAL |
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