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 But for one who, like you, has smudged himself out, Neither sulphur nor potash avails in the least.

I see; one must come to you black as a raven To turn out a white ptarmigan? Pray what's the name Inscribed 'neath the negative counterfeit That you're now to transfer to the positive side?

The name's Peter Gynt.

Peter Gynt? Indeed? Is Herr Gynt himself?

Yes, he vows he is.

Well, he's one to be trusted, that same Herr Peter.

You know him, perhaps?

Oh yes, after a fashion;— One knows all sorts of people.

I'm pressed for time; Where saw you him last?