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Lady Teazle. — You exaggerate every thing, Sir Peter. — You make mountains of mole-hills. — You will be angry with me for nothing. — You will be jealous of me without cause. — I protest I do not deserve it. — I will not be accused by you of want of affection. — I am as fond of ease as you are; — and I wish to be as happy as you wish me to be. — Let us be friends. — Let us forget all that has passed. — Come, take my hand; let us be reconciled.