Yes, and when the fires are out, then I shall cry----

George.

Marie!!!!

Marie.

No, no, George, sit still--I will sit here. Some one might be in the

garden, after all.

George.

They are all sound asleep!

Marie.

Even so! We must be brave; not for mine--but for your sake, George.

George.

Why did you say that? What do you think of me?

Marie.

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