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Page 40
QUEX.
Ho! they say that, your lady-customers?
SOPHY.
Yes; and they're good judges, they are.
QUEX.
Good judges! none better--none better.
SOPHY.
[_Laying her clipper aside suddenly, and putting her hand to her eyes
with a cry of pain._] Oh!
QUEX.
[_Coolly._] What's the matter?
SOPHY.
[_Rising._] A little splinter has flown into my eye It often happens.
QUEX.
[_Rising._] Extremely painful, I expect?
SOPHY.
[_Producing her handkerchief._] Very. [_Giving him her handkerchief._]
Do you think you could find it?
QUEX.
Certainly, if it's to be found.
SOPHY.
[_Holding the lapels of his coat, her head almost upon his shoulder, her
eyes closed._] Ah! please make haste and look for it!
QUEX.
Right or left?
SOPHY.
The ri--the left.
QUEX.
[_Sharply._] Raise your head. Stand up.
SOPHY.
[_Releasing his coat and raising her head._] Eh?
QUEX.
[_Sternly._] Open your eyes. Both of them. [_She opens her eyes and
stares at him. He returns her handkerchief._] There! I have removed the
splinter. [_She slowly backs away like a whipped child. He follows
her._] Miss Fullgarney, I understand you are engaged to be married--to
this young man, Valma?
SOPHY.
[_Tremblingly._] Yes, my lord.
QUEX.
Do you care for him?
SOPHY.
[_Faintly._] Yes.
QUEX.
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