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Daingerfield, Foxhall, 1887-1933

"The Southern Cross A Play in Four Acts"

I think she knows it, poor little girl. And if it
must he, she will then give up her love, as she has many things almost
as dear to her. And now when you are free, I want you to go back
home--to her. And when at last, if you shall win the dearest thing in
life--oh, boy, be worthy of her love--be strong and true! Make up to her
for all that she has suffered. God grant that you may teach her to
forget.
[He turns away to the window.
Carter (coming behind him, speaking in a low, strained voice).
But why all this for me? Are not your chances for escape as good as
mine?
[Gordon does not move.
(Slowly Carter realizes the truth: he is deadly pale; then with a short
intaking of the breath, he catches Gordon's arm). You mean--
Gordon (turns, facing him). Yes.
Carter. To hide the place where I escape. No! You hear me--No!
Gordon. Quiet! For God's sake! (He comes close to Carter, placing
both hands on his shoulders, looking him squarely in the eyes). You are
going straight to Morgan, and you are going to save him and his army.
Carter. And you--
Gordon. I will come later.
Carter. How much?
Gordon. Two hours.


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