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vag.
Well, what do you complain of.
Gilb.
I should never have believed it. I suppose I ought to be glad
that they weren’t copied from a guide to Lovers correspondence.
Everything is to pieces. The past is in runs. She wrote
them before she met me.
Mag.
Be thankful. Who knows whether my letters to you are not all
of yours that will live hereafter.
Gilb.
And incidentally, it is a mostdanoying business -
Mag
But why.
Gilb.
(Pointing to his book.)
They are in that book too,
Mag.
What? Where?
Gilb.
In my book,
Mag.
What is in it?
Gilb.
Our letters, yours and mine.