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He was a genius, that's the simple fact.

[to himself].

Hm! Some were of opinion he was cracked.

A gray old stager, whose sagacious head Was never upon mouldy parchments fed, Says "Love makes Petrarchs, just as many lambs And little occupation, Abrahams." But who was Molly?

Molly? His elect, His lady-love, whom shortly we expect. Of a great firm her father was a member—

A timber house.

[curtly].

I'm really not aware.

Did a large trade in scantlings, I remember.

That is the trivial side of the affair.