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 [triumphant].

Now your youth's heaven once again is blue, There rang an echo from your old song-life! That's how it is: I read you thro' and thro'; Wings, wings were all you wanted,—and a knife!

A knife?

Yes, Resolution's knife, to sever Each captive bond, and set you free for ever, To soar—

[angrily].

Nay, now you're insolent beyond Endurance! Me to charge with violation Of law,—me, me with plotting to abscond! It's libellous, malicious defamation, Insult and calumny—

Are you insane? What is all this about? Explain! Explain!

[laughingly to ].

Yes, clear your mind of all this balderdash! What do you want?

[pulling himself together].

A trifling loan in cash.

A loan!