Note 279 — ACT IV.
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See Count Benyowsky; where Crustiew, an old gentleman of much sagacity, talks the following nonsense:
Crustiew [with youthful energy, and an air of secrecy and confidence]. “To fly, to fly, to the isles of Marian—the island of Tinian—a terrestrial paradise. Free—free—a mild climate—a new-created sun—wholesome fruits—harmless inhabitants—and liberty—tranquillity.”