If you have received it, no matter how--you
are going too far.
McNaughten
I don't know anything about it--may the Devil take me if I do!
Jenny
Isn't this your portrait in this locket?
McNaughten
No--unless the Devil, to injure me, painted it with his own hands and
gave it to you.
Jenny
What audacity--what effrontery! But, I will confound you. Look--what
can you say to this witness? (opening the locket) Well--do you know
the face and the features?
McNaughten
How the Devil! It's--me. Who'd ever have thought such a thing
possible? Those are my eyes, my look.
Spruce (taking the portrait from Jenny)
Let's have a look, please. Put the original beside the copy. My word--
it is you, all right. A speaking portrait. Never did a painter draw a
better likeness.
McNaughten
There's some sorcery--or at least some trick. You will see. These two
creatures painted it while I was on the coach--just to play me some
trick. It's all part of their plan.
Jenny
Stop it, please.
McNaughten
Stop it yourself! Go try to meet men some other way, and leave me
alone.
Jenny
Give me back the portrait!
McNaughten
Of whom?
Jenny
Of my mistress, who else?
McNaughten (grabbing her roughly by the shoulders)
I don't know anything about it.
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