Chantecler - Play in Four Acts by Edmond Rostand
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his paw a slightly disrespectful gesture._]
CHANTECLER [_Dryly._] Pray, what do you know about it? BRIFFAUT [_Astonished._] Is he annoyed? PATOU [_Aside._] Already! CHANTECLER In short, the pheasant your master missed-- BRIFFAUT Was a she!--[_He stops and scents the air._] Oh but!-- PATOU [_Quickly, showing his dish._] You know, it's my dinner you smell! BRIFFAUT It smells very unusually good. CHANTECLER [_Aside._] I don't like that way his nose has of twitching. BRIFFAUT [_Starting upon another story._] Fancy such an instance as the following-- THE BLACKBIRD |
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