HAROLD.
If I did,
Then one at least of its inhabitants
Might have more charm for me than all the country.
DORA.
That one, then, should be grateful for your preference.
HAROLD.
I cannot tell, tho' standing in her presence.
(_Aside_.) She colours!
DORA.
Sir!
HAROLD.
Be not afraid of me,
For these are no conventional flourishes.
I do most earnestly assure you that
Your likeness--
[_Shouts and cries without_.
DORA.
What was that? my poor blind father--
_Enter_ FARMING MAN.
FARMING MAN.
Miss Dora, Dan Smith's cart hes runned ower a laaedy i' the holler
laaene, and they ha' ta'en the body up inter your chaumber, and they be
all a-callin' for ye.
DORA.
The body!--Heavens! I come!
HAROLD.
But you are trembling.
Allow me to go with you to the farm. [_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ DOBSON.
DOBSON.
What feller wur it as 'a' been a-talkin' fur haaefe an hour wi' my
Dora? (_Looking after him_.) Seeaems I ommost knaws the back on 'im--
drest like a gentleman, too.
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