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Miss Mary (slowly). I am satisfied. I accept my cousin's
invitation.
[Exit slowly, supported by COL. STARBOTTLE, R.
As STARBOTTLE and MISS MARY exeunt R., CONCHO and HOP SING enter
cautiously, L. SANDY slowly rises to his feet, passes his hand
across his forehead, looks around toward exit of STARBOTTLE and
MISS MARY.
Sandy (slowly, but with more calmness of demeanor). Gone, gone--
forever! No: I am not mad, nor crazed with drink. My hands no
longer tremble. There is no confusion here. (Feeling his
forehead). I heard them all. It was no dream. I heard her every
word. Alexander Morton, yes, they spoke of Alexander Morton. She
is going to him, to my father. She is going--she, Mary, my cousin--
she is going to my father. He has been seeking me--has found--ah!
(Groans.) No, no, Sandy! Be patient, be calm: you are not crazy--
no, no, good Sandy, good old boy! Be patient, be patient: it is
coming, it is coming. Yes, I see: some one has leaped into my
place; some one has leaped into the old man's arms. Some one will
creep into HER heart! No! by God! No! I am Alexander Morton.
Yes, yes! But how, how shall I prove it?--how? Who (CONCHO steps
cautiously forward towards SANDY unobserved) will believe the
vagabond, the outcast--my God!--the crazy drunkard?
Concho (advancing, and laying his hand on SANDY). I will!
Sandy (staggering back amazedly). You!
Concho.
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