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Poor thing. How will she find the strength to hold up her head?
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I swear I'd have to run away and hide in a place where no-one knew me.
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I think she's well out of it.
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How can you say it?
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I mean it. She's young, she's not bad looking,
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she could do much better than that broken-down old crock.
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Sir Anthony may have betrayed a daughter of this house
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but he doesn't deserve to be addressed like that by a footman.
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Oh, I think he does, Mr. Carson.
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Every bit of that and worse.
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Well, maybe just this once.
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Right, what's it to be?