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 [from mouth to mouth]. Refused! Refused! Refused! [They gather in little groups about the garden.

[dumfounded]. He courting? How? Yes, think! He laugh'd at us, ha, ha—but now— [They gaze at each other speechless.

[to ]. That's good! He was too horrid, to be sure! [embracing her]. Hurrah, now thou art mine, entire and whole. [They go outside into the garden.

[looking back towards ].

Something is shattered in a certain soul; But what is yet alive in it I'll cure.

[recovering himself and embracing ].

Now then, you can be very well contented To have your dear fiancée for a spouse.