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 Dorothy: When the landlord comes in the morning—

Philip: He will turn us into the street. Yes. But we shall not be here.

Dorothy: I wonder!

Philip: So do I; that has always been my pride.

Philip: Let me move my arm, dear, it’s getting cramped.

Dorothy: Poor old Philip. Is it better now?

Philip: I can hear the beating of your heart.

Dorothy: And I the singing of yours.

Philip and Dorothy: Good-night love!

Dorothy: Good gracious, Philip, what a strong smell of gas. Oh! I forgot—