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GEORGIANA. Oh! Oh!
COAST. Pardon.
GEORGIANA. Are you as rich as people say?
COAST. Richer!
GEORGIANA. How did you get it?
COAST. I started my dough with a mine.
GEORGIANA. Why can't you put Steve into a mine?
COAST. [_Laughing._] What's the use? he'll lose everything just as quick
in Wall Street.
GEORGIANA. But I mean a good mine.
COAST. [_Coming back to her._] Listen! I worked right in our mine with
my father when I was only eight years old! That's why I ain't better
educated--I worked for ten years there down in the dirt and muck!
GEORGIANA. [_Interrupting._] And silver!
COAST. [_Leaning on the back of the chair._] Yes, and silver.
[_Laughs._] Father's out there working yet--don't have to now, but he
likes it; he ain't comfortable on top of the earth--says there's too
much room. If father'd been a man like Mackay, I guess he'd been just as
rich as him to-day.
GEORGIANA. And still you won't help Steve?
COAST. T'ain't business. [_He puts back his chair and leans toward_
GEORGIANA, _hand on table._] If helping him, mind you, would get you, I
might take it on. [_Humorously._] I'd pay even the price of Steve to buy
you.
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