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Eastland Waters But who could keep a secret in this place? And Mary, I am glad at last you've heard. And Mary, you shall fasten up my veil, And hold my book for me. Why, everything Seems wonderful! Even here I want to sing! We'll have a little flat in Carbondale
 * Nick. Anna, don't chatter on like this, I say.

Mary I meant to make it clear to you Mary!
 * Anna. Oh, look; oh, look—her lips are blue!
 * Niels. Mary!
 * Anna. Oh, look! Her hands have slipped away!

Agnes Lee