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 Boyd: You know it. Or she would be worth nothing of your thought or your regret. Does she love Finlay finely—as you would be loved.

Hunter: As I—

Boyd: As you would be loved?

Hunter: How can I—

Boyd: No—answer honestly. You know.

Hunter: Well—yes. What then?

Boyd: Then if she love finely, she will take her love from no man unless he is unworthy. Are you that?

Hunter: I've done all I could.

Boyd: In your heart, before this anger came, you know you've been sound, fit for a woman like Margaret to love. You know it?

Hunter: I think so. Yes, Andrew.

Boyd: Then she loves two men—

Hunter: I won't have it! I won't share—

Boyd: Boy—will you not share the sun of heaven, the beauty of the world? What arrogance is this?

Hunter: I tell you she must choose.

Boyd: Be careful—or the choice will destroy you. And it will be of your making, not hers. Remember that.