Minna Von Barnhelm by Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
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How the man can guess everything! LAND. I surmise, I surmise. JUST. (turns round to go). Your servant! LAND. (stops him). Not so, Herr Just! JUST. Very well, then, not your servant! LAND. What, Herr Just, I do hope you are not still angry about yesterday's affair! Who would keep his anger over night? JUST. I; and over a good many nights. LAND. Is that like a Christian? JUST. As much so as to turn an honourable man who cannot pay to a day, out of doors, into the street. LAND. |
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