[id: the elegantly dressed nobleman has turned to poke the fire in the fireplace with a cast iron poker, and as he does so he says to his now offscreen companion: “yet, forsooth i am afeard that my lady and her insufferable paramour do plot against me, wherefore am i loth to leave mille house to her devices. /end id]

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