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I’ll just pack my grip.

Don’t take it too hard, Amy. [He tries to take her hand.]

[Shaking him off]: None of that! I don’t want no sympathy.

Excuse me.

You better get your own things.

All right. I’ll be back in a minute.

I’ll get a move on, too.

[ ''comes in with the dishes for dinner and begins to lay the table. Apparently thinks of something more to say, but is deterred by  presence. He goes quickly. hears  and watches him for a moment as though she were unable to understand what he is doing''.]