𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡 ❤️🥀

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SIDDHARTH: I remember too!

MR. NANDRA: [Teasing him] I remember, too. ... What do you remember?

SIDDHARTH: My heart ... my foot's gone to sleep. ... I can't ...

AVNEET: [Teasing] My heart. ... What sort of a hunter are you? You ought to go and lie on the kitchen oven and catch blackbeetles, not go after foxes! My heart!

MR. NANDRA: Yes really, what sort of a hunter are you, anyway? You ought to sit at home with your palpitations, and not go tracking animals. You could go hunting, but you only go to argue with people and interfere with their dogs and so on. Let's change the subject in case I lose my temper. You're not a hunter at all, anyway!

SIDDHARTH: And are you a hunter? You only go hunting to get in with the Count and to intrigue. ... Oh, my heart! ... You're an intriguer!

MR. NANDRA: What? I an intriguer? [Shouts] Shut up!

SIDDHARTH: Intriguer!

MR. NANDRA: Boy! Pup!

SIDDHARTH: Old rat! Jesuit!

MR. NANDRA: Shut up or I'll shoot you like a partridge! You fool!

SIDDHARTH: Everybody knows that--oh my heart!--your late wife used to beat you. ... My feet ... temples ... sparks. ... I fall, I fall!

MR. NANDRA: And you're under the slipper of your housekeeper!

SIDDHARTH: There, there, there ... my heart's burst! My shoulder's come off. ... Where is my shoulder? I die. [Falls into an armchair] A doctor! [Faints.]

MR. NANDRA: Boy! Milksop! Fool! I'm sick! [Drinks water] Sick!

AVNEET: What sort of a hunter are you? You can't even sit on a horse! [To her father] Papa, what's the matter with him? Papa! Look, papa! [Screams] MR. NIGAM! He's dead!

MR. NANDRA: I'm sick! ... I can't breathe! ... Air!

AVNEET: He's dead.

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