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I ain’t, Amy. I’m sorry.

[Moving back from him]: Leave me alone, can’t you?

[His voice very low]: Say, you’re all right, Amy. You’re plumb all right.

I always was all right till I come up here. Now I wish I was dead! I wish I was dead!

Don’ talk that way. You’re all right.

[''Clumsily, he takes her arm. She stumbles. He catches her. There is a moment of silence broken only by their deep breathing as the physical being of one is communicated to the physical being of the other. Suddenly and irresistibly he clutches her to his breast and kisses her, She struggles a moment, then abandons herself''.]

[Calling out in the bedroom]: Amy!

[She breaks loose, sobbing hysterically.]