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Hello.
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- It's the ungentlemanly gentleman.
- Yes.
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- Still staring.
- Apparently so.
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I'm Rebecca Gibson.
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James Macleane.
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- You've hurt your hand.
- You haven't heard?
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- No?
- I punched a highwayman.
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Good grief. When did that happen?
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Last night on our way home
from Rochester's. They stopped our coach.
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- How dreadful.
- Actually, I nearly beat them off.
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- Really?
- Yes.
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Suppose they'll both hang sooner or later.
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So if you're not a gentleman,
what are you?
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- What would you like me to be?
- I'd like you to be what you are.
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Have we met before, sir?
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No, but I have a very familiar face...
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...and voice and physique.
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Captain James Macleane, Lord Gibson,
my uncle. We met at Rochester's.
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- The devil we did.
- Delighted to make your acquaintance.
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I suppose he hasn't twopence to rub
together, yet you think he's marvellous.
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- Well, he doesn't make my flesh crawl.
- Thank you.
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I'm a good judge of character, Macleane.
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And in my opinion you're in deficit.
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That is to say, I see nothing noteworthy...
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...about your physiognomy
or your general appearance.
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In summary,
I don't like the cut of your jib.
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Good night to you, sir. Rebecca.
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Rebecca!
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- What happened to your lip?
- My horse threw me.
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Good night.
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Jib!
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- Good evening, Lady Rebecca.
- Mr Chance.