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fingers to the quick it won't come to me. (A gentle knock at the door.) Who's there? (in an angry voice.)

'Tis I, sir: does your sire want coals?

O, it is you, Dolly. Come in and see, my good girl. (Enter Dolly, and pretends to be busy in putting the room in order, whilst Amaryllis takes his pen and begins several times to write, but as often lays it down again, looking at the same time over his shoulder at her.) Plague take it! she puts it all out of my head. (Leans his arm on the table for some time, still looking frequently about to her.) Faith, I believe she has a sneaking kindness for me, she finds always so many little things to do in my room. She's a good, rosy, tight girl, on my soul! (Aside.) No, my pretty Dolly, that book is too heavy for yon: I'll put it in its place. (Getting up with great animation, and running to her.)

O no, sir! I'll do it very well myself. I just thought, as how your room would be in confusion, and so

And so you came to put my head into confusion too, you little baggage.