The Worsted Man in her lap as he dances by) is welcome in your eyes. Tis just a trifle frayed, per haps, but that s with ceaseless yearning for thy smile. Priscilla. (Inspecting it.) It is a trifle worn, Mr. Woolley. To how many others have you offered it? Doll. I swear by all that s fair, by your beauteous eyes, by the smile I hope to win, that never in my life before have I offered that heart to any one but you. Priscilla. (Doubtfully.) It seems to have a crack across the middle of it how came that there ? Doll. It burst for love of you, Priscilla. Pray how else? Priscilla. (Demurely.) H m! Well if I m the one that broke it, then it s mine to mend but I m not quite sure er Doll. James call me James, Pris cilla love, and make me the happiest of men. 75
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