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THE ROBBERS.
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Herman.

Whew!—O 'twas shrewd—'twas cunning!

Francis.

(Biting his lip.) Most true—and ever will be true—there is no thread so feebly spun, as that which weaves the bands of guilt!

Herman.

Ha! what now? are angels now degraded, and the devils turn'd moralists?

Francis.

(Starts off abruptly, and with a malignant smile.) And certain folks will have much honour to be sure in their conduct.——

Herman.

(Clapping his hands.) Bravo! inimitable!—You play your part to admiration—You draw the poor fool into the snare—then wo be on his head, if he attempts to escape—O cunning fiend!—And yet, (Clapping him on the shoulder.) Sir Count! You have not got your lesson yet quite perfect.—By heavens, you must first know how far the losing gamester will venture.—Set fire to the pow-

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