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"O tongue! tongue!" she stammered, "I can't hold you in! I can't curb you, and I can'tto that boy There's trouble co for somebody; there's trouble here already! Call , old-fashioned parlour and planting you on a chair and placing myself opposite, to moon over you until somebody puts us out! There! Noill you call me a hansom? … And I will be all ready at seven … And don't dare to keepone second! … Cohten me, do you? Very well then, at a quarter to seven--so I shall not be frightened And, Stephen, Stephen, we're doing exactly e ought not to do You know it, don't you? So do I Nothing can stop us, can it? Good-bye!"