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_About a year afterwards-MR. POLYBLOCK in library, also MR. GAYTERS._
MR. P. (_walks up and down_). Well, I feel regularly stumped and dried out. Haven't felt so bad since the '68 drought. I don't know what's comin' over the country. This young Colonial experiencer stands up agin' me like a bulldog ant in front of a team of bullocks! My gal, Dulcie, as I've spent thousands on-and where's there a gal like her, high or low? -is turned that stupid and ungrateful that she's crying her eyes out; and who for? Why, a low feller with only a half-section of land to his name-worse than a boundary-rider, I call him! Damme! I'll dummy all round him-eat him up that close that he won't have grass for a bandicoot. I'm that miserable as I could go and drownd myself in that creek afore the door. Blast that infernal Land Act and them as made it! It'll ruin the country and every man of property in it. Well (_turns angrily to GAYTERS_), what do _you_ want?