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144 [More and more bitterly sarcastic]

And you ought to have a baby, Doctor! You will never know what life is, you’ll never be really happy until you’ve had a baby, Doctor—a fine, healthy baby!

[She laughs a bitter, sneering laugh]

[After a quick, keen glance, thinking]

Good! she’s going to tell

[Meekly]

I recognize my arguments. Was I really wrong on every point, Nina?

[Harshly]

On every single point, Doctor!

[Glancing at her keenly]

But how? You haven’t given the baby end of it a chance yet, have you?

[Bitterly]

Oh, haven’t I?

[Then bursts out with intense bitterness]

I’ll have you know I’m not destined to bear babies, Doctor!

[Startledly]

What’s that? why not?

[Again with a certain satisfaction]

Can she mean Sam? that he

[Soothingly—but plainly disturbed]