Chapter_198

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“Had it but been for a stout cavalier

Of twenty-five or thirty⁠—(come, make haste)

But for a child, what piece of work is here!

I really, madam, wonder at your taste⁠—

(Come, sir, get in)⁠—my master must be near:

There, for the present, at the least, he’s fast,

And if we can but till the morning keep

Our counsel⁠—(Juan, mind, you must not sleep.)”