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THE ROBBERS.

Francis.

By heavens! Amelia, 'tis your picture! Yours, as I live!

Amelia.

(Giving it back.) 'Tis mine!—'tis mine! O heaven and earth!

O. Moor.

(With an agonizing cry.) Oh, Oh! My malediction was his death! He died in despair!

Herman.

(With real emotion, and much agitated.) I cannot stand it! This sight of misery unmans me! My Lord, farewel.——(Aside to Francis.) Have you a heart? How could you do this?

(Exit hastily.

Amelia.

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