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143 Ay, I say it a master !

Good - be it so.

Here comes Monsieur de Guiche !

In with you ! 'twere best he see you not, it might perchance put him on the scent. ..

Ay, of my own dear secret ! He loves me, and is powerful, and, if he knew, then all were lost ! Marry ! he could well deal a deathblow to my love !

Good ! good !

I was going out.

I come to take my leave.