Lucile by Owen Meredith
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ALFRED.
No; Remorse, Jack, of course: For the one is related, be sure, to the other. Regret is a spiteful old maid: but her brother, Remorse, though a widower certainly, yet HAS been wed to young Pleasure. Dear Jack, hang Regret! JOHN. Bref! you mean, then, to go? ALFRED. Bref! I do. JOHN. One word . . . stay! Are you really in love with Matilda? ALFRED. Love, eh? What a question! Of course. JOHN. WERE you really in love With Madame de Nevers? |
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