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Mag.
Ølement.
Cle.
Good-tye Margaret.
Mag.
Clement, what do you mean. Are you going away?
Cle.
You see that I am,
Mag.
When will you come back.
Cle.
I cannot say. Frarewäll.
Mag.
Clement.
(She trees to detain him.)
Cle.
Please I beg.
(He goes off.)
Mag.
(Alone)
Clement. What does it near Is he deserting me- what shall
I do? Clement, Is everything over. It isn’t possible.
Clement. I must follow him.
(She hunts about for her hat.) Ring at the door.)
Oh he has come back. He only meant to frighten me. Oh my
Clem.