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 [before she enters].

Ah, Mr. Lind.

[to ].

They're after me again! Come, let us go.

Nay, nay, you must remain, Let us make speedy end of the division That has crept in between your love and you.

Are we divided?

[pointing to, ''who is standing further off in the garden''].

Gather the decision From yon red eyes. The foreign mission drew Those tears.

But heavens, she was glad to go—

(scoffing].

Yes, to be sure, one would imagine so! No, my dear Lind, you'll take another view When you have heard the whole affair discussed;

But then this warfare for the faith, you know, Is my most cherished dream!