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CHARMIDESalone.
Now he is gone, I've opportunity
And time more freely to debate this matter.—
I am perplex'd, I'm stung at heart, to think
What business he could have now at my door.—
Those letters that he talk'd of fill my mind
With apprehensions;—and those thousand pieces,
What could he mean by them?—The bell doth never
Clink of itself: unhandled, and unmov'd,
'Tis dumb.—But who is this, that down the street
Comes running hither?—I've a mind to watch
What he's about.—I'll step aside.
[Retires.
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