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Mag.
I will fly with you.
(She hunts for her hat and cloak.)
Gilb.
What are, you thinking of. That are you doing.
Mag.
(Much excited,) pinning her hat tight on.)
Veccan go back to the past. You said so. It need not be the
Iser - I am ready.
Gilb.
Why it's perfectly crazy - to run off - what for. Didn’t
you say that he would be able to track me If you are with
me he'll track you too. It would be wiser if we each started
alone.
Mag.
Miserable creature, would you leave me in the lurch? and a few
mements ago - - you were there on your knew? Aren’t you
ashamed.
Gilb.
And why. I am a sick nervous man. - - I am subject toAoods -
Mag.
(At the edow sereams.)
Gilb.
What's the matter - - what will the general's widow - think
of me.
it is
tter
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