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| What do you mean you love me, Durham? | |
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| I....I can't help it, Maurice. | |
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| But we're Englishmen...that sort of thing is the worst crime of the calendar! We can't do this! | |
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| I'm an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort, i suppose. | |
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| I....I...well, I love you, too. | |
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