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# Sir,
I impeach you no longer speak to the good Lady in such a familiar tone. Stand fast or I shall be forced to have my Father lobby the club to have your Father removed!
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:31, archived)
# masticate on this you porcine vagina
*slap*
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:32, archived)
# Sir,
you have affronted my reputation in the presence of a lady.
A duel sir, a duel!
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:34, archived)
# look over there
*points overhead and the runs in opposite direction*
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:35, archived)
# A cad
and a coward.
Sir, you are unmasked!
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:36, archived)
# gasp
*swoon* (towards Squire Bovine Ludloe or some other gentleman, as I fear the baron would take unwelcome liberties)
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:34, archived)
# come hither to krauty
thoust will get a good seeing too.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:36, archived)
#
Mate, its not Shakespeare, drop all the the thee's and thous'.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:38, archived)
# I shall scream
and hit you with a candlestick.
SAVE ME
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:39, archived)
# As I've not been saved, and I must go to bed
please find my body floating in the frozen pond.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:54, archived)
# Or I could run off with the Baron
whatever. Night.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:55, archived)
# Sorry,
and good night.

I'm talking to a corpse.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:58, archived)
# Podbury,
a Chaise longue for the lady!
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:37, archived)
# Immediately
my liege
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:06, archived)
# For such gallantry
You deserve a proper swooning!
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:40, archived)
# Madam
*holds hand*

Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to bring you round from a fit of the vapours.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:41, archived)
# Sir
*What totally different feelings did Lady Catherine take back into the house from what she had brought out! - she had then been only daring to hope for a little respite of suffering; - she was now in an exquisite flutter of happiness, and such happiness moreover as she believed must still be greater when the flutter should have passed away.*
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:47, archived)
# Tis a shame
I must leave you so soon.
My coach awaits at the gate and when I return I may be a different man. But know this before I leave, these past few posts have filled my heart more than any joy I have felt in the past years of my life.
I only ask a kiss before I leave.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:51, archived)
# Come away from the trout pond, good squire!
Perchance you may fall in and then my heart would be torns into shreds.
You may kiss me, step a little closer...
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:54, archived)
# I have
a firm footing.

*steps closer*
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:56, archived)
# *chaste peck on cheek*
Oh Joy! Oh Rapture!
*swoons, swoons some more*
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:59, archived)
# Right!
I'm off!
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:00, archived)
# I have been
disgraced! Abandoned!What ever will Father say?
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:04, archived)
# I say!
What a terribly odd fellow.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:04, archived)
# Sir
You are ever so intriguing
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:08, archived)
# Oh, I say!
*blushes*
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:13, archived)
# I've already swooned
if you swoon too, nobody will be able to scream or ask if anyone would like more tea.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:42, archived)
# So many ladies,
only one Squire Bovine.
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:43, archived)
# you aren't doing a very good job of saving me
the Baron has had me for like 10 minutes.
I should get to bed anyhow. Should I be murdered or have an accident involving a frozen pond?
(, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:47, archived)