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-She is a fair excuse for a foul deed...
Lord Huntingtower
He murmurs, setting aside the broadsheets as he glances upon her photograph.
-My, my, such a coquette! You know of whom I speak! She is an exquisite. That old goat Streynsham no doubt would be after her, were he not preoccupied in his affairs at the War Office. But my dear Cyril, you must be forthcoming. What do you take me for - Cophetua and the Beggar-Maid? Nay, not I! I cannot be seen to take any part in this sordid play. I have heard amongst the lower orders there is quite a popular production, of their zoetropes and kinematograph, the tale of which concerns a gentleman who makes a lady out of a flower-seller. From the street! Can you imagine - imagine anything more absurd! Beyond the mere conceit of such metamorphosis of genteel manners being quite impossible amongst those who engage in trade...
