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"Such moonlight that shines at that time before the moon does die is a thing to behold when all other light is stole."
"And what sort of sonnet was that?"
"Oh, nothing more than my own rantings. A poem? Certainly not. I never thought my self a poet."
"Well, whether by incident or subconscious intent, a poet you do seem to be. And how do you plan to use such a magnificent gift?"
"Are you mocking me?"
"Oh, dear me. I'm sure I did not mean to damage you by any means." I made as dramatic a look of regret as humanly possible, so that even the least astute observer could take note of my sarcasm.
The lady of the house gasped in mockery of a person whose vanity has taken a fatal blow. "I'll have you know, I'm a well-versed woman, greater so than many of my wealthier peers! And such a thing is hard to do when living on a sparse budget!"
"A sparse budget!" Oh, how I howled with laughter then! "Indeed! You only yesterday ordered a set of linens woven from Egyptian cotton. And I guess you would have me believe that such a purchase not one of any extravagance?"
"Naturally! Had I my own way, my entire home would have been furnished with linens of equal or finer quality."