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THE STRIPLING: A TRAGEDY.

my new-strung limbs, and with it there is deliverance for thee. (Running hastily to the door.)

ARDEN.

What dost thou mean? Where art thou running to, Edmond?

MRS. ARDEN.

Come back, come back, child: thou shalt not leave us.

YOUNG ARDEN.

Oh, call me not back! Let me be for this one day unquestioned, and free from control, and all my life after I am subject to your will.

ARDEN.

Knowest thou of any interest to be moved? of any means that we are ignorant of?

YOUNG ARDEN.

Yes, father; and ignorant you must be. Let me go, I beseech you: I have a thing in my head, and with you I dare no longer remain.

ARDEN.

This is a strangely sudden thought.

MRS. ARDEN.

When shall I see thee again? I shall be at home in an hour or two.

YOUNG ARDEN.

But I sha'n't return to you then.