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- No? - No.
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You seem to suggest I should
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take the discarded leavings of Lady Mary Crawley,
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dust off the fluff and put them on my own plate.
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- That's not what Charles meant. - Isn't it?
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Good. What a relief. Now we won't have to quarrel.
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Mabel, you're in love with Tony Gillingham.
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You know you are.
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All I know is that Tony broke off our engagement,
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which I had not deserved,
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because Mary Crawley crooked her little finger at him.
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It was his choice, not mine.