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MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, dear, I thought--
DAN (_sitting on the back of the sofa_): I was only putting the
paraffin away. Now--(_He leans over the sofa, and raises his arm
slowly._)
MRS. BRAMSON (_putting her hand on his arm_): I think I'll go to
bed now.
DAN (_after a pause, dropping his arm_): O.K.
MRS. BRAMSON: And I'll have my supper-tray in my room.
(_Petulantly_) Get me back into my chair, dear, will you?
DAN (_jerkily_): O.K....
_He crosses to the invalid-chair._
MRS. BRAMSON: Has she put the glass by the bed for my teeth?
DAN (_bringing over the chair_): I put it there myself.
_He helps her into the chair and pulls it over towards the
bedroom._
MRS. BRAMSON (_suddenly, in the middle of the room_): I want to be
read to now.
DAN (_after a pause of indecision_): O.K. (_Clapping his hands
effusively_) What'll you have? The old _East Lynne_?
MRS. BRAMSON: No, I don't feel like anything sentimental to-night....
DAN (_looking towards the desk_): What'll you have, then?
MRS. BRAMSON: I think I'd like the Bible.
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