Eastland Waters
But who could keep a secret in this place?
And Mary, I am glad at last you've heard.
And Mary, you shall fasten up my veil,
And hold my book for me. Why, everything
Seems wonderful! Even here I want to sing!
We'll have a little flat in Carbondale . . .
Nick. Anna, don't chatter on like this, I say.
Mary . . . I meant to make it clear to you . . .
Mary!
Anna. Oh, look; oh, look—her lips are blue!
Niels. Mary!
Anna. Oh, look! . . . . Her hands have slipped away!
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