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 The Worsted Man again and let a single tear fall there for sweet remembrance sake. [MARIANNA, burying her face in her handkerchief, takes the heart and goes slowly off, sobbing, without a word. Doll. By Jingo! that wasn t so easy. Phew! but two more like that would lay me up for a week. Hi boy. Bell-Boy. Yassir? Doll. Bring me a gallon of that water. I m pretty nearly done up. Bell-Boy. Very good, suh. [Off. [WOOLLEY sinks exhausted in his chair and closes his eyes, having meanwhile taken a fourth heart from his pocket. This he places on the arm of the chair. As he rests, enter ETHELINDA. She es pies him apparently sleeping and tiptoes softly to his side. Ethelinda. (Clasping her hands and gazing at him admiringly.) Ain t he 66