The Atlantic Book of Modern Plays by Unknown
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page 47 of 479 (09%)
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BARTLEY. Will you yourself take it, James Ryan? You were always a
neighborly man. JAMES RYAN (_backing_). There is many a thing I would do for you, Bartley Fallon, but I won't do that! SHAWN EARLY. I tell you there is no man will give you any help or any encouragement for this day's work. If it was something agrarian now-- BARTLEY. If no one at all will take it, maybe it's best to give it up to the police. TIM CASEY. There'd be a welcome for it with them surely! (_Laughter._) MRS. TULLY. And it is to the police Kitty Keary herself will be brought. MRS. TARPEY (_rocking to and fro_). I wonder now who will take the expense of the wake for poor Jack Smith? BARTLEY. The wake for Jack Smith! TIM CASEY. Why wouldn't he get a wake as well as another? Would you begrudge him that much? BARTLEY. Red Jack Smith dead! Who was telling you? |
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