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 The Worsted Man never cared so much for it before until I knew that you liked it. Jack Woolley that, indeed, is my name. May I not hope to be Jack to you forever ? Marianna. Oh, Mr. Doll. Ah, cruel one Mr. again? Please! Marianna. Oh, well, then yes. Jack. I know so little of you, Jack. Doll. Little of me? Ah, Marianna, what though we met only yesterday, was it not written in the stars when Adam first saw them twinkling in the firmament that my heart was yours, was to wait, wait, wait through all the centuries until you came to claim it? That myriad suns should set, and count less winters pass, and springs galore burst forth in blossoms, yet still should number three I beg pardon I mean this heart rest empty till your radiant loveliness came to fill it full with happiness and joy ? 64