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Mag.
And many more will do so. You will be proud of me Clement.
cle.
You are mist ken, my child - - I think that you should - -
What is it about anywat?
lag.
I cannot tell you in a word - - This novel contains all that
can be said about anything.
Cle.
My respects.
Mag.
And from to-day I promise you that I shall never take up my
pen again. It is not nedessary now.
Cle.
Do you love me Margaret?
or not?
Mag.
How can you ask. Much as I have observed, - much as I hve
seen, I have experienced nothing - I have waited for you.
Cle.
Well fehth your novel here.
Mag.
Why, what do you mean
cle.
That if you were bound to write it well and good, but not a
living soul shall read it - Petch it here, we'll throw it in