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My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.
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Storm is coming, Mr. Ewing. Gonna get you down below.
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I'm not running a fuckin' charity, out with you! Off you go!!
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Aah, Mr. Ewing! A-a-a word if you may.
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Dangerous times we have here. About that scandal.
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They say that ruffian Robert Frobisher is a composer.
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You're a composer too, aren't you Mr. Ewing?
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- What d'you want? - The constable asked to search my rooms.
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I know how hard... you're working,
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so I told him there's no one on the third floor.
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It costs quite a bit of money to keep an entire floor empty.
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That's all I have.