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Hamilton.
Nobody—but you. [Recovering.] And that is why I am going to send you away. But first, you must have some food.
[Moving to back of c. table.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Gently.] Oh, no—not if you're afraid of my staying. I see you think it isn't right.
[Backing away a little toward l.
Hamilton.
I think it's better not. But you must have some food.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Passing her hand over her brow.] No, no, thank you. I will go.
[Moving over to r. of him.
Hamilton.
[Coming down a step.] But I can't let you go like this.
Mrs. Reynolds.
No, I see I was wrong. I had no right to ask you for money.
Hamilton.
But I don't like to
Mrs. Reynolds.
No, thank you, I'll go—I
[She reels slightly, falling into his arms.
Hamilton.
[Catching her.] What's the matter?
