(_Putting her arm about his
shoulders_) They mustn't come in....
DAN: But everything's slippin' away. From underneath our feet.... Can't
_you_ feel it? Starting slow ... and then hundreds of miles an
hour.... I'm goin' backwards!... And there's a wind in my ears,
terrible blowin' wind.... Everything's going past me, like the
telegraph-poles.... All the things I've ever seen ... faster and faster
... backwards--back to the day I was born. (_Shrieking_) I can see
it coming ... the day I was born!... (_Turning to her, simply_)
I'm goin' to die.
_A pause.
A knock at the front door._
It's getting cold.
_Another knock, louder. She presses his head to her._
OLIVIA: It's all right. You won't die. I'll tell them I _made_ you
do it. I'll tell lies--I'll tell----
_A third and louder knock at the front door. She realises she must
answer, goes into the hall, opens the front door, and comes back,
hiding_ DAN _from view._
BELSIZE (_in the hall_): Good evening.... Sorry to pop back like
this----
_He comes into the room, followed by_ DORA _and_ MRS.
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