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''moves toward the cellar door with it. But he stops halfway and comes back as if he had forgotten something''.]

[Drops on his knees, still holding the gun]

O Lord, Thy will be done, not mine! I won’t kill him lessen You want me to!

[ ''enters at the front. His clothes are torn and his face and arms are bruised and smeared with mud. He stops on seeing and is about to make his presence known, but changes his mind and steps back toward the door''.]

If it’s your will that he shall die too

[In a deep voice]

Mene, mene, tekel, upharsin!

[Not daring to look round]

Is that you, God?

I’m the ghost o’ Sid Hunt!