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D. H. Lawrence

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The Merry-Go-Round

Winter 1941 | Plays

The downstairs front room of a moderate-sized cottage. There is a wide fireplace, with a heaped-up ashy fire. The parlor is used as a bedroom, and contains a heavy old-fashioned mahogany dressing table, a washstand, and a bedstead whose canopy is missing, so that the handsome posts stand like ruined columns. The room is in an untidy, neglected condition, medicine bottles and sickroom paraphernalia littered about.

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