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 The Worsted Man Susanna. All right, Dick. Don t hurry. I can wait. [Resumes reading. Doll. (Writing.) Don t you know that all the world is bleak and dreary for me, sitting alone without you? Let this my messenger speak for me my heart, which I send by bearer. If you want it, come to me at once. If you do not, leave it in some deep ravine where it may waste away in hopeless misery. Ever your fond and adoring, HARRY. There, I guess that will do for Janette. (Wraps heart up in paper and ad dresses note.) Here boy. (Whispers.) Take these to Miss Janette h m let s see, what the deuce is her last name? B ell-Boy. Barrington, suh. Doll. Thanks, my ebon social register. What would I do without you? Take these to Miss Barrington, and if you say a word about it to anybody well, look out for your neck. I might mistake 79