The Gay Lord Quex - A Comedy in Four Acts by Arthur Wing Pinero
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And do you remember how I was clad, that evening at Stockholm?
QUEX. I am afraid I don't. DUCHESS. _Couleur de rose garnie de vert_. I have just such another garment with me. QUEX. Really? DUCHESS. Do you remember in what month we were at Stockholm? QUEX. No. DUCHESS. June--this month. Nor the day of the week? QUEX. It must be ten years ago! |
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