HIGGINS. Look here, mother: here's a confounded thing! MRS. HIGGINS. Yes, dear. Good-morning. [He checks his impatience and kisses her, whilst the parlor-maid goes out]. What is it? HIGGINS. Eliza's bolted. MRS. HIGGINS [calmly continuing her writing] You must have frightened her. HIGGINS. Frightened her! nonsense! She was left last night, as usual, to turn out the lights and all that; and instead of going to bed she changed her clothes and went right off: her bed wasn't slept in. She came in a cab for her things before seven this morning; and that fool Mrs. Pearce let her have them without
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