The Little Minister Page #6
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And your lady.
We dare not allow
anyone to pass
Without knowing
who they are.
You haven't found
the gypsy, then?
No, ma'am, but we have her closed in.
We'll get her soon.
able to help
Some of these
unhappy people,
But I could do so little. Sadly little.
It's no scene for a lady,
ma'am, but your husband-
Uh-
Did you say something, mr. Dishart?
Yes, i
- My dear, I quite agree with you.
So we needn't detain
the captain.
I'm only
a sergeant, ma'am.
Oh, indeed.
And how long are you
To remain in thrums?
Just a few hours,
mrs. Dishart.
If the gypsy girl had
not given so much trouble,
We might have been
gone by now.
Oh, yes.
Well, i'm sure
She'll never slip through
your fingers, sergeant.
Sergeant, I must-
You must indeed,
dear.
You're sadly tired.
Good night,
sergeant.
Your servant,
mrs. Dishart,
Your servant, sir.
But-
Come, love.
You woman.
It was beautiful.
It was iniquitous,
And I a minister.
You can't help that.
No, I could not
help it.
me. No, no, no, no, no.
I meant you couldn't
help being a minister.
Now, you could've
helped saving me,
And I thank you
so much.
Don't dare to thank me.
I forbid you to say
that I saved you.
I did my best to hand
you over to the soldiers.
Why didn't you
hand me over, then?
All you had
to say was,
"This is the person
you're in search of. "
I didn't have my hand over your mouth.
Oh, it's all over, and no one will know.
You're not angry
with me, are you?
Angry?
Angry?
Oh, I was afraid
you were.
No, they're
not gone.
It's not yet
too late.
Why don't you
shout to them?
I do not
understand you.
On the hill
and in the square,
You spoke as broadly
as any woman in thrums.
Now you fling a cloak
over your shoulders
And become
a fine lady.
Perhaps it was
the cloak
That bewitched me.
Aye, it was just
the cloak,
For i'm a pure ignorant
bit lassie again.
My, certainly,
but clothes does
Make a difference
to a woman.
This is sheer levity.
Good-Bye, if you're not to give me up.
I'm not a policeman.
Surely we part
friends, then?
No. I hope never
to see your face again.
Now, I cannot help
your not liking my face,
But there's
a splotch of mud
On your own,
little minister,
That came off a divot
you flung at the captain.
There are soldiers at
the top of the hill.
I can't escape
that way.
There's no other way. Ah,
won't you help me again?
Why do you do that?
She'll see us.
She? Oh, your-
My mother.
Oh. Only your mother?
Only. Let me tell you,
She may suffer
more than you
For your
behavior tonight.
How could she?
If you're caught,
won't it be discovered
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