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between the two cases.
THE WOMAN. They are both unique. THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN. Conversation in this place seems to consist of ridiculous quibbles. I am heartily tired of them. THE WOMAN. I conclude that your Travellers' Club is an assembly of persons who wish to be able to say that they have been in some place where nobody else has been. THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN. Of Course if you wish to sneer at us-- THE WOMAN. What is sneer? THE ELDERLY GENTLEMAN [_with a wild sob_] I shall drown myself. _He makes desperately for the edge of the pier, but is confronted by a man with the number one on his cap, who comes up the steps and intercepts him. He is dressed like the woman, but a slight moustache proclaims his sex._ THE MAN [_to the elderly gentleman_] Ah, here you are. I shall really have to put a collar and lead on you if you persist in giving me the slip like this. THE WOMAN. Are you this stranger's nurse? THE MAN. Yes. I am very tired of him. If I take my eyes off him for a moment, he runs away and talks to everybody. |
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