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THE ROBBERS.
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Amelia.

(As if starting from a deep reverie.) The last word was Amelia!

O. Moor.

(With a dreadful shriek, and tearing his hair.) My malediction was his death! He died in despair!

Herman.

Here is the sword,—and here a picture that he took from his bosom at the same time.—Methinks it is this lady's picture.—This, said he, my brother Francis will——What more he would have said, I know not.

Francis.

(With astonishment.) To me, that picture? To me? Amelia to me?

Amelia.

(Coming up to Herman with fury.) Impostor! Villain, base, hired, perfidious villain! (Seizes him rudely.)

Herman.

Madam, I know nothing of it.—Look at it yourself:—See whether it is your picture:—Perhaps you gave it him yourself.

Francis.

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