[Mdarad-toolbox-devs] (_Softening._) Perhaps I was to blame, but I mea

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 me that before? (_Rises, and moves to and fro._)
Oh, what have I done? What have I done? Denham. We must look for her. Some one may have seen her. Wait a moment. (_He opens the door, and meets Fitzgerald, who comes in smiling._) Fitzgerald! Fitzgerald.

(_coming down to back of sofa_) Well, I've brought you back your little waif, Mrs. Denham. Mrs. Denham. Undine?
Fitzgerald. Ay, Undine! Mrs. Denham. Oh, I am so thankful!
But where is she? Fitzgerald. Well, I left her below, having some milk or something. She seemed quite done

up--excitement or something--eh? Denham. Where did you meet her, Fitz? Fitzgerald. I was going to my studio, and I met--met her running along the road with--with a little white scared face, and no hat on her--and her curls flying behind her--an'--an'--'pon
my word, I could hardly stop her But we met a little girl with a goat, an' we stroked the goat--eh, stroked the goat--an'

that comforted

her a bit. Mrs. Denham. But where was she going? Fitzgerald. Oh, that's the cream o' the joke! I had a great piece of work to get out of her what ailed her, an'--an