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espects, and he has always heretofore cut up the ducks at the harvest feast. {Kate.} Well? {Rob.} Father's mortally fond of duck, but he always cut 'em up fairly and friendly. {Kate.} Yes? {Rob.} My best respects to you, Squire, and as I come, in place of father, I hope you'll make no difference. Good day to ye, Squire. _(He goes off through archway. Kate rises, goes up C., and down L., C.)_ {Kate.} Thank you, Gilbert, for thinking so much of to-morrow. {Gil.} _(looking at her earnestly)_ Don't name it, Squire. {Kate.} _(awkwardly)_ The summer's over--the winds are getting quite cold--good afternoon, Gilbert. _(Kate takes shawl off stone and goes towards steps, where Gilbert intercepts her.)_ {Gil.} Squire! {Kate.} Yes? {Gil.} Will you listen to me? {Kate.} _(L. C.)_ Business? {Gil.} _(R. of her)_ The business of my life. {Kate.} Oh, Gilbert! Again? _(sits)_ {Gil.} _(puts gun down R., of archway)_ Squire-- Squire Kate, I--I can't take "no" for an answer. {Kate.} Are you a strong man or a weak one? {Gil.} Strong enough to keep from drink and gambling, when you make me mad; weak enough to crawl about this place for the sake of a look from you. Strong enough to love you with all my soul; weak enough not to hate you for wrecking my life. {Kate.} Don't talk fiddle-de-dee nonsense about your life being wrecked. Gilbert, we were children together, we were lad and lass together, and perhaps, if we both live, we may be old people together--but we mustn't be man and woman together; it doesn't answer. Now, tell me, what are you supposed to be on my land? {Gil.} Folks call me the bailiff, but I'm more of a handyman. I work for Squire Kate, my dear master--and I love Squire Kate, my dear mistress. {Kate.} Then take a word of advice--cut yourself adrift from Squire Kate's apron strings. _(Gilbert turns away)_ When my father, John Verity, died, and left his girl alone in the world, you helped me out of debt and difficulty; but all the skill on earth can never squeeze more than bread and butter out of this dear broken-down old place. _(she rises)_ So go away where there's a world for you, a world to work in and a world to li
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