This October weather's very treacherous.
MRS. BRAMSON (_blinking_): Pale? Did you say pale?
DAN: Washed out. (_His wiles fully turned on, but not overdone in the
slightest_) The minute I saw you just now, I said to myself, now
there's a lady that's got a lot to contend with.
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh ... Well, I have. Nobody knows it better than me.
DAN: No, I'm sure ... Oh, it must be terrible to watch everybody else
striding up and down enjoying everything, and to see everybody tasting
the fruit--
_As she looks at him, appreciation of what he is saying grows visibly
in her face_.
I'm sorry ... (_Diffidently_) I didn't ha' ought to say that.
MRS. BRAMSON: But it's true! As true as you are my witness, and nobody
else--(_Pulling herself together_) Now look here, about that girl--
DAN: Excuse me a minute.... (_Examining her throat, like a
doctor_) Would you mind sayin' something?
MRS. BRAMSON (_taken aback_): What d'you want me to say?
DAN: Yes ...
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes. What?
DAN: There's a funny twitching in your neck when you talk--very slight,
of course--nerves, I expect--But I hope your doctor knows all about it
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