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WEHRHAHN
[_After a pause of embarrassment._] That's the way people annoy me with
trifles.--Ugh!--[_To MRS. WOLFF._] You'd better get back to your
washing.--I tell you, my dear Motes, a position like mine is made hard
enough. If one were not conscious of what one represents here--one might
sometimes be tempted to throw up the whole business. But as it is, one's
motto must be to stand one's ground bravely. For, after all, what is it
that we are defending? The most sacred goods of the nation!--
THE CURTAIN FALLS
THE THIRD ACT
_It is about eight o'clock in the morning. The scene is the dwelling
of MRS. WOLFF. Water for coffee is boiling on the oven. MRS. WOLFF is
sitting on a footstool and counting out money on the seat of a chair.
JULIUS enters, carrying a slaughtered rabbit._
JULIUS
You better go an' hide that there money!
MRS. WOLFF
[_Absorbed in her calculations, gruffly:_] Don't bother me!
[_Silence._
_JULIUS throws the rabbit on a stool. He wanders about irresolutely,
picking up one object after another. Finally he sets about blacking a
boot. From afar the blowing of a huntsman's horn is heard._
JULIUS
[_Listens.
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