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myself be shot down, by a jealous gentleman like a mad dog.
(Bell.)
Mag.
It's ha. It's he.
Cils.
You shall not tell him.
Mag.
I will speak.
Gilb.
Will you. very well - look but - I mean to sell my hide, dear.
Mag.
What will you do.
Gilb.
I will cast such words in his teeth as never Baron heard before.
Cie.
(Comes in very cool and polite.)
Ah, Mr. Gilbert, I think.
Gilb.
Yes, Baron. I could not deny myself the pleasure of paying my
respects to this faireming lady.
Cie.
I am afraid that I have broken in on a talk; I donnot want to
interrupt it. Please do not let me disturb you.
Gilb.
What were we just talking about.