| come, sir, strip! |
[19. Dec 2006|18:46] |
Strip, indeed! very pretty i' faith! no, sir, I shall not strip.
Who are you, pray, that I, Duc De L'Omelette, Prince de Foie-Gras, just come of age, author of the 'Mazurkiad,' and Member of the Academy, should divest myself at your bidding of the sweetest pantaloons ever made by Bourdon, the daintiest robe-de-chambre ever put together by Rombert -- to say nothing of the taking my hair out of paper -- not to mention the trouble I should have in drawing off my gloves? |
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