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Sir Peter Teazle. — Miserable! — You! — Dear madam, you are in a terrible state. — Upon my honor, you look as if you had been at a funeral. — For Heaven's sake, compose yourself. — You will die with your own imagination. — You are a very good-natured woman; but you will never be contented. — You are always tormenting yourself with little things. — You have no magnanimity of mind — you have no serenity — you have no patience.