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THE ROBBERS.

Grimm.

Why, that's talking like a man.

Moor.

This earth so grand!

Grimm.

Well said!—That's what I like!

Moor.

And I so hideous in this world of beauty—and I a monster on this magnificent earth—the prodigal son!

Grimm.

(Affectionately.) Moor! Moor!

Moor.

My innocence! O my innocence!—See how all nature expands at the sweet breath of spring.—O God! that this paradise—this heaven, should be a hell to me!—When all is happiness—all in the sweet spirit of peace—the world one family—and its Father there above!—who is not my Father!—I alone the outcast—the prodigal son!—Of all the children of his mercy, I alone rejected. (Starting back with horror.) The companion of mur-

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