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Rh roll.) After having said which I took my departure. Farewell. Fare thee well. Dreck!

K. 11. post no bills. Strictly confidential. Dr Hy Franks.

All is lost now.

Quack!

(Over his shoulder to Zoe.) You would have preferred the fighting parson who founded the protestant error. But beware Antisthenes, the dog sage, and the last end of Arius Heresiarchus. The agony in the closet.

All one and the same God to her.

(Devoutly.) And Sovereign Lord of all things.

(To Stephen.) I’m sure you are a spoiled priest. Or a monk.

He is. A cardinal’s son.