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146 They ain' goin' to do nothin' to Mars' Hamilton, is dey, sah?

No, no, no!

[Going out.] Wal, I done wish dey wouldn't all stan' roun' waitin' for him.

Rh

[Up stage ] I'm glad I'm not your eldest son, after all, father.

What is it now, Angelica?

[Indicating toward inner room ] If these are men, I'm glad I'm not one of the tribe. All waiting around to kick a man when he's down.

Oh, there you are, Betsy! Going out?

Rh

[] Yes, I'm going, father. Has Alexander come down?

Not yet. Where are you going?