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Strawman [aside to Stiver]. Do invent some tale, Something amusing—something to beguile! Stiver [going on to the verandah]. Pray, madam, have you read the official charge? A masterpiece of literary style.
[Takes a book from his pocket.
Which I shall now proceed to cite at large.
[Ushers her politely into the room, and follows himself. Falk comes forward; he and Strawman meet; they regard one another a moment in silence.
Strawman.
Well?
Falk.
Well?
Strawman.
Falk!
Falk.
Pastor!
Strawman.
Are you less
Intractable than when we parted?
Falk.
Nay,
I go my own inexorable way—
