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17218	Todhunter, John	The Black Cat: A Play in Three Acts			.txt	text/plain	21324	3774	93	Now we know that the Modern Woman ought not to exist anywhere, a work of art--a thing born rather than made--growing up like a Mrs. Denham rises, and Undine comes slowly towards her._) (_Enter Jane with a telegram, which she hands to Mrs. Denham._) You know I painted her portrait (_looks at lighted end of Mrs. Denham crosses and sits on sofa_ R; (_Mrs. Denham rises._) You wanted my advice about curtains, didn't you? do you think Constance is looking, Mrs. Tremaine? Yes, artists seem to like painting me; I don't know why. (_retaining Mrs. Denham_) My dear, beware of that woman! (_coming to Mrs. Denham_) Right; but don't trust him into (_Denham crosses in front of easel to table, takes cheque book from Do you know, Blanche, I thought you loved me? You may go and play; but you know I cannot let you stay to tea.	./cache/17218.txt	./txt/17218.txt