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I says it again—a man's conscience isn't always as clean as it might be.
Manders.
Give me your hand, Jacob Engstrand.
Engstrand.
Oh, Lord! your Reverence?
Manders.
Come, no nonsense [wrings his hand]. There we are!
Engstrand.
And if I might humbly beg your Reverence's pardon
Manders.
You? On the contrary, it is I who ought to beg your pardon
Engstrand.
Lord, no, sir!
Manders.
Yes, assuredly. And I do it with all my heart. Forgive me for misunderstanding you. I only wish I could give you some proof of my hearty regret, and of my good-will towards you
Engstrand.
Would your Reverence do it?
Manders.
With the greatest pleasure.
Engstrand.
Well then, here's the very chance. With the
