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20177	Colman, George	John Bull; Or, The Englishman's Fireside: A Comedy, in Five Acts			.txt	text/plain	26180	4764	96	_Mary._ I left his house at day-break, this morning, sir. _Mary._ I hardly know what to say, sir--you seem good,--and I am Sir Simon been reading?--"Burn's Justice"--true; the old man's _Sir Simon._ Damn it, now, how like a modern man of the world that _Sir Simon._ Damn me, my dear Tom, if he isn't a brazier! _Dennis._ Troth, sir, it was good nature whisper'd me to come to _Dennis._ I'd like to know her name myself, sir;--but I have heard _Lord Fitz._ I hate to talk much, Sir Simon;--'tis my way; though _Sir Simon._ A hack, Lady Caroline, that the knowing ones have _Pereg._ Sir Simon does not hurry himself; but 'tis a custom with _Sir Simon._ [_To JOB._] So, friend, your business, you say, _Job._ Did you, Sir Simon? _Job._ Did you, Sir Simon? _Job._ Did you, Sir Simon? _Job._ How do you mean, Sir Simon?	./cache/20177.txt	./txt/20177.txt