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Giles.
She be at home now?
[Looking at paper.
Reynolds.
[Smiling and coming back a step.] Yes, I think so. You've seen her with me, haven't you?
Giles.
Yes.
Reynolds.
She's a pretty little thing, ain't she? [Giles looks at him sideways.] She's a clever little thing, too. Well, good-day, Mr. Giles.
[Exit Reynolds l. 2 e. Giles remains looking at the paper, apparently thinking it over. He reaches for his hat, which is on the table beside him; rises with sudden determination; puts his hat on, looks again at the paper, then with his mind made up he exits quickly through the street door up l.
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