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LISA [drops into a chair] That's the last straw!
SÁSHA. Never mind.... It will be all right; we'll soon pacify Mother.
ANNA PÁVLOVNA [passing through] Dounyásha! My trunk!
SÁSHA. Mother, listen!... [follows her out with a significant glance to
Lisa].
Curtain.
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