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66 You are not to marry count Cael—And now, mention his name to me no more.

I won’t—indeed I won’t—for I hate his name.—But thank you, my dear father, for this good news [draws a chair, and its on the oppoite ide of the table on which he leans.—After a paue] And who am I to marry?

I can’t tell.

I never liked the Count.

No more did I.

I think love comes jut as it pleaes, without being aked.

It does o. [in deep thought].

And there are intances where, perhaps, the object of love makes the paion meritorious.

To be ure there are.

For example; my affection for Mr. Anhalt as my tutor.

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