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 The Worsted Man Marianna. (Aside.) Dear me what beautiful sentiment. (Aloud.) You are a poet er Jack. Doll. And like all poets am I a beggar a beggar at the door of your affections, sweetheart, craving but a crumb of your love if that is all Marianna. But where is this heart that you offer, Jack? I am deeply touched. Doll. (Pulling it out of his pocket.) Here! I have kept it safe for you always for you, Marianna. May I not hope? Marianna. Well (hesitating) yes Jack. You may. Only I must have a little time to look it over. May I may I take it with me ? Doll. (Handing her the heart.) You may and you may keep it forever, or, if you find you do not wish to, take it hence and bury it deep in some dear spot where some day you may come 65