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41589	Anstey, F.	Lyre and Lancet: A Story in Scenes			.txt	text/plain	48871	7396	94	You know the Lullingtons, and the dear Bishop and Mrs. Rodney, and one or two other people are coming to dinner? _Lady Culverin._ I don't know, dear Rupert. _Lady Culverin._ Dear Rupert, aren't you just a little bit _narrow_? _Captain Thicknesse._ I--I used to meet Lady Maisie Mull pretty often poor dear Lady Chesepare; never _does_ do things like anybody else. (_Aloud._) Oh, then I suppose you know Sir Rupert _Lady Cantire._ Yes, I certainly know Sir Rupert better. _Spurrell._ But indeed, my lady, I--I think I'd better wait till she Lady Maisie Mull (_To_ SPURRELL.) What name, if you please, sir? _Lady Cantire._ My dear, Mr. Spurrell has already said he can _manage_ _Lady Culverin._ I really don't know whom I _can_ give Mr. Spurrell. _Lady Maisie._ Good night, Mr. Spurrell, and--and I'm so very _Undershell._ You know what maids _are_, Lady Maisie.	./cache/41589.txt	./txt/41589.txt