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The Butcher, the Baker, the Candlestickmaker
| Cissie | Let's have a look then. |
| Lily | Well I don't know if I should. Mr Swagger might not like me discussing his private goings-on behind his back. Everyone has their secrets after all. |
| Cissie | Oh go on with you, Lily Peeker. If he'd wanted a private life he'd never have hired you to clean for him. |
| Lily | Cissie Pry! I've never been so insulted- |
| Cissie | Course you have. Now hand it over. |
| Lily begrudgingly removes a sparkly earring from her pocket and dangles it enticingly before Cissie's face. |
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| Lily | See. I said it was something. |
| Cissie | Ooh Lily, love. |
| She reaches for it but Lily snatches it away and puts it back in her pocket. |
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| Lily | Of course it can't possibly belong to Joe Applecart's girl. It's much too expensive and tasteful. |
| Cissie | But I tell you, they've been stepping out together. If you could call it stepping out, more like staying in, if you ask me. |
| Lily | You've a filthy mind, Cissie. |
| Cissie | I'm just saying. |
| Lily | And I'm saying you're wrong. April could never afford something expensive like that. |
| Cissie | She might not have to. |
| Lily | What are you getting at? |