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My word! I’m all of a mucksweat.

(Flirting quickly, then slowly.) Married, I see.

Yes… Partly, I have mislaid…

(Half opening, then closing.) And the missus is master. Petticoat government.

(Looks down with a sheepish grin.) That is so.

(Folding together, rests against her eardrop.) Have you forgotten me?

Nes. Yo.

(Folded akimbo against her waist.) Is me her was you dreamed before? Was then she him you us since knew? Am all them and the same now we?

(Wincing.) Powerful being. In my eyes read that slumber which women love.

(Tapping.) We have met. You are mine. It is fate.