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Daingerfield, Foxhall, 1887-1933

"The Southern Cross A Play in Four Acts"

And,
Fair, I spoke about the flowers for just this chance of seeing you
alone. We soldiers snatch our happiness when best we can. I've come to
ask you for the greatest thing in all this world. I must ask now. (She
turns away; he takes her hand). I love you--I love you! Fair, I fancied
it would be hard for me to say those three little words, but it is not
hard--it is very easy. I love you dearer than everything in the world.
Fair, look at me. Surely, you have guessed this love. Look at me!
[She slowly faces him, drawing her hand away.
Fair (her voice very soft). You love me! You, Carter, my own dear
cousin! You love me! Oh, Carter, I never thought--I never, never dreamed
that it could be!
Carter. But now you must not dream. I say again I love you! It is
so easy to say that to you now. Say you love me!
Fair (quietly and with an effort at calmness). Of course, I love you,
Carter. You are my cousin, my kinsman, my own dear friend. Why, ever
since I can remember I have loved you. But--but--such love as this you
ask for now--Oh, Carter, can't you see--I cannot love you in that way.
Carter. But you can learn. Oh, surely, you can learn to love me!
I've loved you for so long! It won't be hard to show you how that love
can grow.


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