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| How can we serve you my lord? | |
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| My lord??? I ain't no lord. Not me. I'm Christopher Sly!!! | |
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| Please sir. You have just recovered from a terrible disease that made you forget who you are. Your wife grieves for you so. | |
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| My wife? Could it be true? Could I be a noble lord? Sir, where is my wife? | |
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| Your wife, my lord? She is waiting in the hall. | |
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| Well bring her to me then! | |
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