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[Rushes to her, supports her to sofa at right]

Poor darling! Lie down and rest.

[''She remains in a sitting position, staring blankly before her. He chafes her wrists'']

Poor darling!

[Thinking jubilantly]

Her condition this weakness comes from her condition!

[Thinking in anguish]

Ned doesn’t love me! he’s gone! gone forever! like Gordon! no, not like Gordon! like a sneak, a coward! a liar! oh, I hate him! O Mother God, please let me hate him! he must have been planning this! he must have known it today when he said he loved me!

[Thinking frenziedly]

I won’t bear it! he thinks he has palmed me off on Sam forever! and his child! he can’t! I’ll tell Sam he was lying! I’ll make Sam hate him! I’ll make Sam kill him! I’ll promise to love Sam if he kills him!

[Suddenly turns to —savagely]

He lied to you!

[Letting her wrists drop—appalled—stammers]

You mean—Ned lied about—?

[In same tone]

Ned lied to you!