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Where have you been all day, Irene?

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[Pointing.] Far, far over there, on the great dead waste

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[Turning the conversation.] You have not your—your friend with you to-day, I see.

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[Smiling.] My friend is keeping a close watch on me, none the less.

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Can she?

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[Glancing furtively around.] You may be sure she can—wherever I may go. She never loses sight of me—[Whispering.] Until one fine sunny morning, I shall kill her.

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Would you do that?

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With the utmost delight—if only I could manage it.

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Why do you want to?