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Something very bad’s happened to him, Owen. I know. He wouldn’t go away without telling me. Where is he, Owen? You’re his friend � where is he? (Looking around for a place to sit) I didn’t get a chance to do my geography last night. The master’ll be angry with me.
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I hope to God there’s no hay to be saved in Brooklyn. (On the way out) Did you hear? Nellie Ruadh’s baby died in the middle of the night. I must go up to the wake. It didn’t last long, did it?
Brial Friel. Translations. Faber & Faber, 1981. p.60
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