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Scene

XI

The street, as before.

Enter Tripes, from Turnstile’s house.

Tripes

Putting on his hat. He might have been more civil, too;⁠—though he did count upon me for his chairman. But I’ll show him that I’m not to be insulted; and if, MacLeech manages the matter well for Charles, this Mr. Philosopher Turnstile, though he thinks himself so clever, may go to the devil.

Exit.