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Gilb.
Ah h'm - - - Really. Well, well, forgive me.
(Pause.)
Farewell, Margaret, fairewell.
Mag.
Good bye.
Gilb.
Farewell.
(Turning back once more.)
At any rate, give me your novel in remembrance.
Mag.
It hasn’t come out yet? It won't come oug until next week.
Gilb.
If I may ask. What type of novel is it?
Mag.
The story of my own life, but so veiled that I cannot be re-
oognized.
Gilb.
Really. How did you do it.
Mag.
It was very easy. The heroine wasn’t a write - she was a
painter.
Gilb.
That was positively sky.