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Danny ... Oh ... Oh ...
DAN (_smiling, suddenly normal and reassuring_): That's all right
... It's only Danny ...
MRS. BRAMSON: Thank God ... (_Going off into laughing hysterics_)
Ah ... ah ... ah ...
DAN _throws his cigarette away, lays his hat on the occasional table,
throws his mackintosh on the left window-seat, and sits beside her,
patting her, looking round to see no one has heard her cries._
I'll never forgive you, never. Oh, my heart ... Oh--oh--oh---
_He runs across to the medicine cupboard and brings back a brandy
bottle and two glasses._
DAN: Now have a drop of this ... (_As she winces at the taste_) Go
on, do you good ... (_As she drinks_) I am sorry, I am really ...
You see, they wanted me to see them to the main path, past the rubbish-
heap, see, in case they was frightened. ... Now that's better, isn't
it?
_They are seated side by side on the sofa._
MRS. BRAMSON: I don't know yet ... Give me some more....
_He pours one out for her, and for himself. They drink._
All alone, I was ... (_Her face puckering with self pity_) Just an
old woman calling for help .
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