..
_She shuts her eyes. He stands behind her, and puts the chocolate
into her mouth. His fingers close slowly and involuntarily over her
neck: she feels his touch, and draws both his hands down, giggling, so
that his face almost touches hers._
(_Maudlin_) What strong hands they are.... You're a pet, my little
chubby-face, my baby-face, my Danny.... Am I in a draught?
_A pause._ DAN _draws his hands slowly away, walks to the back,
and shuts the plush curtains._
I've got to take care of myself, haven't I?
DAN (_turning slowly and looking at her_): You have.
_He picks up the paraffin can briskly and goes towards the
kitchen._
MRS. BRAMSON: What are you--
DAN: Only takin' the paraffin tin in the kitchen.
_He goes into the kitchen._
MRS. BRAMSON (_half to herself_): That girl should have carried it
in. Anything to annoy me. Tomorrow--(_Turning and seeing that he is
gone_) Danny! (_Shrieking suddenly_) Danny!
DAN _runs back from the kitchen._
DAN: What's the matter?
_He looks hastily towards the hall to see no one has heard.
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