ANNA—[Her voice breaking.] Oh, for Gawd's sake, Mat, leave me alone! Go away! Don't you see I'm licked? Why d'you want to keep on kicking me?
BURKE—[Indignantly.] And don't you deserve the worst I'd say, God forgive you?
ANNA—All right. Maybe I do. But don't rub it in. Why ain't you done what you said you was going to? Why ain't you got that ship was going to take you to the other side of the earth where you'd never see me again?
BURKE—I have.
ANNA—[Startled.] What—then you're going—honest?
BURKE—I signed on to-day at noon, drunk as I was—and she's sailing to-morrow.
ANNA—And where's she going to?
BURKE—Cape Town.
ANNA—[The memory of having heard that name a little while before coming to her—with a start, confusedly.] Cape Town? Where's that. Far away?
BURKE—'Tis at the end of Africa. That's far for you.