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(Forlornly.) I never loved a dear gazelle but it was sure to...

Schorach ani wenowach, benoith Hierushaloim.

(Fascinated.) I thought you were of good stock by your accent.

And you know what thought did?

(Draws back, mechanically caressing her right bub with a flat awkward hand.) Are you a Dublin girl?

(Catches a stray hair deftly and twists it to her coil.) No bloody fear. I’m English. Have you a swaggerroot?

(As before.) Rarely smoke, dear. Cigar now and then. Childish device. (Lewdly.) The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.