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Cle.
Think what.
Maff.
I sometimesordfancy that there's blue blood in my venis.
cle.
How so.
Mag.
Well, it's very possible.
Cle.
I don't make it out.
Mat.
I have told you that men of rank visited my father's house.
Cle.
Yes, but. -
Mag.
Tho can tell.
Cle.
Margaret - go along -. How can - you talk such house.
Mag.
I never can tell you what's on my mind. You haven’t any tact.
If you had you'd be perfect.
(She flatters him)
I'm so inconceivably fond of you Clem- From the very first
night when you came into the café with Wernwagen I said to
myself "It is he" Among the rest, you seem to have strayed
from a different world.