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Rh cakes quickly, and go out. , smoothing out the paper, begins to declaim.] 'Phillis!…' On that sweet name a smear of butter! 'Phillis!…'

What 's o'clock?

Six o'clock.

In one hour's time!

Bravo! I saw…

Well, what saw you, then?

Your combat!…

Which?