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Falk.
Well, I hardly know.
[Whimsically.
Forgive me, martyr to another's cause!
Lind.
What do you mean?
Falk.
You've read the news to-night?
Lind.
No.
Falk.
Do so. There 'tis told in black and white
Of one who, ill-luck's bitter counsel taking,
Had his sound teeth extracted from his jaws
Because his cousin-german's teeth were aching.
Miss Jay [looking out to the left].
Here comes the priest!
Mrs. Halm.
Now see a man of might!
Stiver.
Five children, six, seven, eight—
Falk.
And, heavens, all recent!
