START: RUDYARD. ‘It was not part of their blood
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good
When the English began to hate!’
RUDYARD places the tray on his desk. He picks up the telegram, and carrying it unopened, he walks round the room.
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END: CARRIE. Yes that’s very fine. But will you believe that tomorrow? Today is the last day you can believe that.
RUDYARD. Carrie, if by any chance Jack is dead, it will have been the finest moment in his young life. We would not wish him to outlive that.
CARRIE. You don’t believe that Rud. I know you don’t. There is no need to say that to me.

David Haig, My Boy Jack. NHB (electronic edition) pp.82-88