The Sleeping-Car, a farce by William Dean Howells
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page 28 of 38 (73%)
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thousandth of a chance, to be the right one, I should be _so_ happy!
CAMPBELL. The right what, madam? MRS. ROBERTS. The right Willis Campbell. CAMPBELL. I hope I'm not the wrong one; though after a week's pull on the railroad it's pretty hard for a man to tell which Willis Campbell he is. May I ask if your Willis Campbell had friends in Boston? MRS. ROBERTS (eagerly). He had a sister and a brother-in-law and a nephew. CAMPBELL. Name of Roberts? MRS. ROBERTS. Every one. CAMPBELL. Then you're-- MRS. ROBERTS (ecstatically). Agnes! CAMPBELL. And he's-- MRS. ROBERTS. Mr. Roberts! CAMPBELL. And the baby's-- MRS. ROBERTS. Asleep! CAMPBELL. Then _I_ am the right one. |
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