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Quick, mother, your wrap! Fair. I'll get it. Wait. [She runs into the house. Winth. One moment--your passport. Here (he writes on a card, gives to Mrs. S.). Show this if you are halted. Mrs. S. I thank you, sir, for your kindness to me. [She offers hand. Winth. (takes hand). My pleasure, madam. Char. And my thanks, sir. [He bows to her. Fair (enters with the wrap, placing it about her shoulders). Oh, mother, bring him back to me! [Enter Cupid. Cupid. Missus, de cerrige is ready. Mrs. S. Try and get me there, Cupid. Cupid. I gwine get you dar ef de Lord spars me. [Exit Mrs. S., Charlotte and Cupid. Winthrop stands looking in a longing way at Fair, who follows her mother with her eyes 'till she is off, then she slowly turns. Fair. We owe you more than we can ever pay. Won't you come in and rest? Winth. (comes closer as though to take her hand). You, too, Fair? Fair. What else? You are our--enemy! Winth. (his voice choked with passion). No. God knows I wear this uniform because I think it right. But if it make me an enemy to you, I would to God I'd never seen it. You loved me once, Fair. Two years is not so very long--yet have you changed? Ah! no, no. You cannot look at me like that and say you hate me! [With a sudden, wild impulse, Fair has drawn very near to him. Fair (draws back with an effort). I must not. You hear me! I must not. Winth. But if you love me, Fair. Fair (looks up with a strange, wild, longing look in her face, then quickly covers her eyes with her hand. She is trembling so, she can hardly stand. She raises her face to his: all the passion is none; she is paler than the dead. Her words come slowly, hardly above a whisper). But I--don't love you! [Winthrop takes a step backward, his face very white and drawn. He slowly loosens the clasp of her hand as-- THE CURTAIN FALLS. ACT II. The parlor of the Stuart home. A large room with high ceiling and carved doors and mantels. The room, when in order, is beautiful in every appointment. The furniture, old mahogany, the hangings and ornaments are handsome and in good taste. Now, however, the furniture is p
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