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CLEMENS: Well then, bring in your novel.
MARGARET: But - what do you mean?
CLEMENS: You had to write it; well and good - but no one
shall read it. Bring it here; we will throw it into the
fire.
MARGARET: Clemens!
CLEMENS: I ask that of you, I may ask that...
MARGARET: But that is'nt possible.
CLEMENS: Why not? It will perhaps be possible, when I
explain that I wish it, that I want to put an end to all
that everything besends upon it.
further writing;/ Do you understand me?
MARGARET: But,Clemens, it has gone to press.
CLEMENS: How gone to press?
MARGARET: In a few days it will be on sale every place.
CLEMENS: Margaret! All this before you said one word to
me?
MARGARET: Clemens, I could'nt do otherwise. When it is
once out, you will borgive me - more than that, you will be
proud of me.
CLEMENS: Dear child, this is no laughing matter.
MARGARET: Clemens!
CLEMENS: Good by, Margaret.
MARGARET: Clemens, what are you doing? You are going?
CLEMENS: As you see -
MARGARET: When will you come again?