The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 1 by George MacDonald
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Host, _and_ Hostess. _Wine on the table_.
_Stephen_. Here, my good lady, let me fill your glass; Then send the bottle on, please, to your husband. _Hostess_. I thank you, sir; I hope you like the wine; My husband's choice is praised. I cannot say I am a judge myself. _Host_. I'm confident It needs but to be tasted. _Stephen_ (_tasting critically, then nodding_). That is wine! Let me congratulate you, my good sir, Upon your exquisite judgment! _Host_. Thank you, sir. _Stephen_ (_to the_ Hostess). And so this man, you say, was here until The night the count was murdered: did he leave Before or after that? |
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