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'Never heard anything equal to it yet in this world,' said Dolly.
'I wonder whether that's true about Coalheaver.'
'Tifto says so.'
'Which at the present moment,' asked Miss Boncassen, 'is the
greater favourite with the public, Madame Scholzdam or
Coalheaver?'
'Coalheaver is a horse.'
'Oh--a horse!'
'Perhaps I ought to say a colt.'
'Do you suppose, Dolly, that Miss Boncassen doesn't know all
that?' asked Silverbridge.
'He supposes that my American ferocity has never been sufficiently
softened for the reception of polite erudition.
'You two have been quarrelling, I fear.'
'I never quarrel with a woman,' said Dolly.
'Nor with a man in my presence, I hope, said Miss Boncassen.
'Somebody seems to have got out of bed at the wrong side,' said
Silverbridge.
'I did,' said Miss Boncassen. 'I got out of bed at the wrong side.
I am cross. I can't get over the spoiling of my flounces. I think
you had better both go away and leave me. If I could walk about
the room for half an hour and stamp my feet, I should get better.
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