The Gay Lord Quex - A Comedy in Four Acts by Arthur Wing Pinero
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[_Rising._] Ha! [_Calmly._] No, my dear Sophy, I wasn't aware that your _fiancé_ is in the house. So the situation comes home to you a little more poignantly now, does it? SOPHY. [_Rising and going to the passage-door._] Unlock the door! where's the key? QUEX. Wait, wait, wait! And you're going to keep your mouth shut after all, are you? SOPHY. [_Rattling the door-handle._] Yes, yes, Unlock it! QUEX. Don't be in such a hurry. SOPHY. I give you my sacred word-- QUEX. [_Thoughtfully._] Tsch, tsch, tsch! [_Sharply, with a snap of the |
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