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Benjamin Webster One Touch of Nature: A Petite Drama…

Fle. (satirically) I was charmed with her at rehearsal just now. Luckily I can undo what is done. I mean to take the part away from her.
Bel. A brilliant idea that, I must confess, and any one but me would let you follow your bent.
Fle. What do you say?
Bel. It is useless to disguise matters. I know all. Can’t humbug me.
Fle. What do you know?
Bel. All! (showing bouquet.) Here is your bouquet, returned like a dishonest bill—no effects.
Fle. My bouquet?
Bel. Do you deny that you sent these flowers to Constance?
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Benjamin Webster One Touch of Nature: A Petite Drama…

Hol. Here is a man who has not seen his daughter for twenty years—who seeks her—who finds her—sees her—speaks to her—and you put in the mouth of this man a long rigmarole. He could not speak it. Impossible! tears—sobs—that’s all. My child, here, come to my heart—let me gaze on you—do not speak. My child, how sweet that name. Come, your father, ’tis I. Not a word—you know not—you cannot know—my child! my child! ah! (FLETCHER writing) .
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Benjamin Webster One Touch of Nature: A Petite Drama…

To address the lady’s-maid of a marchioness is no trifling affair, especially in the present march of intellect, when the maids know more than the mistresses. One’s obliged not only to mind one’s stops, but one’s grammar. I have been nearly three-quarters of an hour now trying to round a period—I, who French-polish the boots of a dramatic author. Ought I to put “I was smitten,” or “I was struck with your charms?”—it’s very embarrassing—I must consult Mr. Fletcher.
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