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Why, by vouchers and witnesses.

I'm sadly afraid Master will not accept them.

Impossible! However, enough for the day —! My dear man, allow me a loan of myself; I'll be back again shortly. One is born only once, And one's self, as created, one fain would stick to. Come, are we agreed?

Very well then, so be it. But remember, we meet at the next cross-roads.

[ runs off.  SCENE EIGHTH. A further point on the heath.

[Running hard.]

Time is money, as the Scripture says. If I only knew where the cross-roads are;— They may be near and they may be far. The earth burns beneath me like red-hot iron. A witness! A witness! Oh, where shall I find one? It's almost unthinkable here in the forest. The world is a bungle! A wretched arrangement, When a right must be proved that is patent as day!