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 [looking reflectively at him, says slowly]. There is my program, furnished in a phrase. [In a lively outburst.

Now I have wakened from my dreaming days, I've cast the die of life's supreme transaction, I'll show you—else the devil take me—

Fie, No cursing: curses never scared a fly.

Words, words, no more, but action, only action! I will reverse the plan of the Creation;— Six days were lavish'd in that occupation; My world's still lying void and desolate, Hurrah, to-morrow, Sunday—I'll create!

[laughing]. Yes, strip, and tackle it like a man, that's right! But first go in and sleep on it. Good-night! [Goes out to the left. appears in the room over the verandah; she shuts the window and draws down the blind.

No, first I'll act. I've slept too long and late.

[Looks up at window, and exclaims, as if seized with a sudden resolution: