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_Enter MR. CECIL EGREMONT, dressed in blue Crimean shirt, / moleskin trousers, knee-boots, straw hat._
EGREMONT. And so I'm farming in Australia. A thing I've longed for all my days. Such a free, independent, pleasant life. No one to bother you; no one to interfere with you. Such a splendid large piece of land I've secured too-three hundred and twenty acres, with three times as much for grazing. Grazing right, that's the expression-a pre-lease, ha! (_Looks in book._) I believe my fortune's made. Who's this? Some neighbour probably. Good-day, sir; very glad to see you.