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QUEX.
Look here! [_Leaning against the table, the chair being between him and_
SOPHY.] What will you take to hold your tongue?
SOPHY.
Nothing.
QUEX.
Oh, but wait. This isn't a matter of a handful of sovereigns. I'll give
you a couple of thousand pounds to keep quiet about this.
SOPHY.
No, thank you, my lord.
QUEX.
Four thousand.
SOPHY.
[_Shaking her head._] No.
QUEX.
Five.
SOPHY.
No.
QUEX.
How much?
SOPHY.
Not twenty thousand. I'm extremely comfortably off, my lord, but if I
wasn't I wouldn't accept a penny of your money. All I wish is to save
Miss Muriel from marrying a--a gentleman who isn't fit for her. And
that's what I intend doing.
[_They stand looking at each other for a moment, silently; then he walks
away, thoughtfully._
QUEX.
[_In an altered tone._] Come here.
SOPHY.
[_With an eye on the door._] Certainly not.
QUEX.
As you please. Miss Fullgarney--
SOPHY.
I hear you.
QUEX.
I should like to settle this business with you pleasantly--if possible.
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