A WOMAN OF
ACT IV.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
So you really refuse to marry me?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
Yes.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
Because you hate me?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
Yes.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
And does my son hate me as you do?
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
No.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
I am glad of that, Rachel.
MRS. ARBUTHNOT
He merely despises you.
LORD ILLINGWORTH
What a pity! What a pity for him, I mean.
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