The Atlantic Book of Modern Plays by Unknown
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SHAWN EARLY. Do you tell me so? Well, that's a queer thing, and Bartley Fallen so quiet a man! MRS. TULLY. I wouldn't wonder at all. I would never think well of a man that would have that sort of a moldering look. It's likely he has overtaken Jack by this. (_Enter_ JAMES RYAN _and_ MRS. TARPEY.) JAMES RYAN. That is great news Mrs. Tarpey was telling me! I suppose that's what brought the police and the magistrate up this way. I was wondering to see them in it a while ago. SHAWN EARLY. The police after them? Bartley Fallen must have injured Jack so. They wouldn't meddle in a fight that was only for show! MRS. TULLY. Why wouldn't he injure him? There was many a man killed with no more of a weapon than a hayfork. JAMES RYAN. Wait till I run north as far as Kelly's bar to spread the news! (_He goes out._) TIM CASEY. I'll go tell Jack Smith's first cousin that is standing there south of the church after selling his lambs. (_Goes out._) |
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