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Mrs. Halm.
Or at the very uttermost a cow,—
Miss Jay.
In short, I've heard it from the lips of both,—
A beck, a byre, two bosoms, and one troth.
Falk.
Ah yes! And then—?
Miss Jay.
She broke with kin and class.
Falk.
She broke—?
Mrs. Halm.
Broke with them.
Falk.
There's a plucky lass!
Miss Jay.
And fled to Strawman's garret—
Falk.
How? Without—
Ahem—the priestly consecration?
