Sorel
I don’t understand. You and Victor—My God!
Judith
Hush! Isn’t that little Pam crying—?
Simon
Savagely.
She’ll cry more, poor mite, when she realises her mother is a—a—
Judith
Shrieking.
Don’t say it! Don’t say it!
Sorel
Spare her that.
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