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I trow, when we have burnt this second parcel, The sickly air must needs be purified. But what does all this fuming signify, Since we must die at our appointed time? I thought she was behind me. Lord preserve us! Here in this ghastly chamber all alone! (Going to the door and calling.) Art thou not coming, Marjory? Where art thou? I say, where art thou? I have need of thee.

Why didst thou call so loud? What is the matter?