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n there is a central creating light that plays upon these color-beings with its own transmuting--_' (Re-enter Mrs. Clemm, bearing a tray) Mrs. C. My dear, I've brought you some toast and an egg. Poe. (Jumping up and staring at her) They don't eat toast and eggs in the Kingdom of the Sun! Mrs. C. Edgar! Poe. Forgive me! It's just something I'm writing here. But for God's sake take the stuff away! (Mrs. Clemm turns to go, the tray trembling in her hands. Poe runs to her and kisses her) You sweetest and best of mothers, don't you see that if I eat this I'll spend the next two hours digesting toast and eggs, and if I don't eat it I'll be making our fortune, putting a roof over our heads, and keeping our Virginia happy! Mrs. C. I only meant to be kind, Edgar. Poe. I know you did, and you're my darling mother,--but don't be kind any more. (Exit Mrs. Clemm. Poe sits despairingly at table. Enter Ethel and Annie) Eth. O, Edgar, where is Virginia? We want her to go nutting with us. Annie. We shall have her now! You shan't keep her all to yourself just because you've married her! Poe. Take her by all means! Eth. You needn't be vicious about it. Where is she? Poe. I don't know,--and pardon if I say that just at this moment I don't care! (Gathers up papers and goes toward stairway in corner of room) Annie. You needn't run from us. I'm sure we're glad to go. I'll find Virginia. Eth. And I'll write that note to Gladys while you're gone. (Seats herself in Poe's chair. Exit Annie, left, rear) Come back, if you want to, Edgar. You won't disturb me at all. (Writes. Poe pauses on stairway and looks at her. Ethel lifts her eyes) You needn't look so far to see me. I'm not the North Pole! What _are_ you thinking of, Edgar? Poe. Of what Anacreon said to a fly that lighted on his brow when he was composing an ode to Venus. Ethel. O! What was it? Poe. Away, thou rude and slight impertinence, That with thy puny and detested bill Dost think to feed on immortality. (Goes upstairs) Ethel. Beast! (Writes) Virginia spoils hi
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