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Don't trust them! They are false!

Impossible!

Trust no one here but me. I saw at once, They had a purpose.

Purpose! but what purpose? And how can we be instrumental to it?

I know no more than you; but yet, believe me: There's some design in this! To make us happy, To realize our union—trust me, love! They but pretend to wish it.

But these Tertskies Why use we them at all? Why not your mother? Excellent creature! She deserves from us A full and filial confidence.

She doth love you, Doth rate you high before all others—but— But such a secret—she would never have The courage to conceal it from my father. For