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I have left my hat in the little room, I'll join you immediately. [Exit.

Kind, simple, confiding creatures! He, too, so frank and open! I love them both: ay, and I will behave nobly to them.

I must first run to the post-office for a letter I expect to receive; but don't stop for me; I'll join you at the end of the street.

You have no love correspondence in any other quarter, I hope.

How can your mind harbour such a thought?

The mind of one who has lived long in the world is often forced to give harbour to many an unwelcome thought.

The letter I expect is from no fair lady, but from worthy Mr. Harding.