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I ain’t, Tony! That’s what I’m trying to tell you. It’s the truth I’m trying to tell you and now I’m going away.

You goin’ away with Joe?

My God, what else can I do?

[Furiously he forces her back into the corner where the shotgun is hanging, spluttering all the time with slobbering, half-intelligible rage.] I don’ let you go! I don’ let you go! By God, I’m goin’ kill dat Joe! Questo bastardo, Joe! I’m goin’ kill him an’ keep you here for see me kill him! Goddam you! You goddam dirty [He has got the gun down, broken it, and is loading it.]

[Speaking at the same time]: No, you won’t Tony! Don’t do anything like that, now, Tony! You’ll be sorry if you do! You know what’ll happen to you if you do that! You know what’ll happen to you, Tony! That ain’t no way to act! You’ll see what you get! You’ll see!