The Gay Lord Quex - A Comedy in Four Acts by Arthur Wing Pinero
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of course, I shall lie for you like the devil.
DUCHESS. [_Plaintively._] Thanks. And I have dragged you into it all. QUEX. Tsch! [_Bowing stiffly._] Good-night. DUCHESS. Good-night. [_She goes to the table and prepares to remove the tray. Having turned the key of the door,_ QUEX _pauses. She says fretfully._] Oh, why don't you go, Harry? QUEX. [_Facing her sharply, a new light in his eyes._] No! _you_ go. DUCHESS. [_In astonishment._] I! QUEX. [_Returning to her excitedly._] I tell you I can't wait through a night of suspense! Quick! [_Facing the room._] Leave me to deal with her here, at once. |
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