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DIALOGUES,  COLLOQUIES  AND  TABLEAUX,                       463

                                                     S h e  (calmly).


                                                      H e   (sternly).
                       I  asked  you  not.
                                                    Shiv  {innocently).
                       Oh,  so  you  did  !
                      (With  mock penitence).    Next  time  I'll  recoileet  to  do  what  T  am  bid.
                                                   He  (passionately).
                      Child I
                                               She  (drawing herself up).
                      Sir ?
                                                          H e .
                       Your  eyes— — (slops  abruptly).   Yes,  child-— you  try  me  so  !   How
                              can  I  work
                                                    S h e  ikcMglUiiy).
                      W ell,  sir,  my  eyes-  -go  on  !
                                                    H e (recklessly).
                      Like  robbers  lurk,
                      To  star  my  heart.
                                    S.H K  (mockingly,  hiding her eyes  with  her fan).
                      Bad  eyes  to  jail  and  darkness  g e t!
                      To  make  a  man  his  temper  lose  and  work  neglect,
                      For  shame!
                                                    H e  (penitently).
                      How  rude  am  11    Forgive  my  shameful  haste I
                                                     S h e  (sweetly).
                      I  will— on  one  condition,  tho'.
                                                     H e  (ardently).
                                         Quick,  let me  taste
                      The bliss  of pardon.
                                                          S h e ,
                      ’T l,s  this :  Y ou’ll  let  me  see
                      If you  have  made  a  flattering sketch  or  daub  of me.
                                        H k  (hastily  rising, stands before  easel).
                      No,  no,  yo u   ask  Loo  m uch 1
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