S. I always receive my visitors at my front door.
Evans. Visitors, eh? Well, we'll make ourselves at home.
Mrs. S. You are are mistaken, sir!
Evans. We are going in there.
Mrs. S. You are not!
[The man tries to push past her, but Cupid steps forward with
the ax.
Cupid (in a rage). You darsent tuch my mistis!
Evans. I'll break your head in, damn you!
[He starts to strike him with his sword. Mrs. S. steps quickly
between them.
Mrs. S. You will not dare to touch my servant.
Evans (very angry). Get him out of the way, then, or I'll show you.
[Here the door of the house is kicked open from within. Several
soldiers enter from house.
A Soldier. We're in from the back way. Come on!
[Mrs. S., Charlotte, Fair, Bev, Cupid and Marthy come down into
yard and cross to the garden gate. All the soldiers except
the corporal and two or three others exit into house.
Evans. I'll stay out here with the ladies (laughs). What's past
that gate?
Mrs. S. My garden, sir.
Evans. Men, I believe they are hiding some one here. What's in
that garden?
Mrs. S. The memory of my blessed dead.
Evans. What!
Mrs.
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