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Mary. Mary Girard.
Who are you? Stay away from me. No. Let me out of here. Do you hear me? Set me free at once.
Oh, she wants to. To be set. Free. At once. Oh no. We mustn’t. Do that.
Set me free, I tell you. Who are you? How dare you laugh at me! How dare you!
Oh, she’s so. Indig. Nant. Quite the fine lady, isn’t she? No one would think. Her husband was. Well to-do. Would they, Mary?
What do you want of me? Did you come here to torment me?
Be with you in time of travail.
Please set me free. Please!
Does she promise? To behave? Would she try? To run? Away?
No. I promise I won’t run away. I won’t.
Besides. She had no place. To run. Except into the wall.
Who are you? What are you? Tell me.
A puff. A poof.
Tell me where I am.
You know that already. The Penn. Sylvania. Hospital.
How long have I been here?
It’s the same day as I was before.
I can’t have been here only a matter of hours. It’s not possible! Oh, being in that chair is horrible. Horrible!
Crazy Mary Girard.
But I’m not crazy. You know I’m not.
Mr Girard had you admitted. As a lunatic. The doctors have agreed. To keep you here as long as Mr Girard continues to pay. Your bills.
I must see him, talk with him. I’ll ask him to forgive me or to let me pass out of his life as though we’d never met.
A bawdy house tart. A ten-penny slut.
How dare you speak to me like that. I’m Mrs. Stephen Girard! Get away from me and get out.
To put mildly. What you’re bound to hear. Tomorrow.
No one would dare talk to me in such a manner!
They relish it. Revel in it.
They’ll not look at me. I couldn’t stand it. I’ll be gone before they come. And if I’m not I’ll hide from them. Under the covers of the bed or under the be if necessary. I won’t have them laughing at me. I couldn’t stand it.
