.. (_Seeing_ OLIVIA) You're not goin' to believe what
she said? About helpin' me?
BELSIZE (_humouring him_): No. (_Putting a cigarette between_
DAN'S _lips and lighting it_) Plenty of women get a bit hysterical
about a lad in your position. You'll find 'em queuing up all right when
the time comes. Proposals of marriage by the score.
DAN (_pleased_): Will they?
BELSIZE: Come along----
DAN _turns to follow him._ DORA _is in the way._
DAN: Oh, yes ... I forgot about you.... (_smiling with a curious
detached sadness_) Poor little fellow. Poor little chap....
(_Looking round_) You know, I'd like somethin' now I never wanted
before. A long walk, all by meself. And just when I can't have it.
(_Laughing_) That's contrary, isn't it?
BELSIZE (_sternly_): Coming?
DAN (_looking at_ OLIVIA): Just commin' (_He goes to_ OLIVIA,
_takes out his cigarette, puts his manacled arms round her, and
kisses her suddenly and violently on the mouth. He releases her with an
air of bravado, puts back his cigarette, and looks at her_) Well,
I'm goin' to be hanged in the end.
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