(Aunt Rebecca hesitates for a moment, then shuffles over toward the door on the left, and goes out. Lizzie swaggers about the room, examining various objects with an expression of sardonic contempt. Presently Lucy Belle enters, Left—falteringly.) LIZZIE (pausing, hunching herself down on one hip, and gazing at Lucy Belle with an expression of sneering venom) LIZZIE ’Lo Luce! LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE W’at yo’ wan’—? LIZZIE (with an explosive, sardonic laugh) LIZZIE Listen ter yo’—! LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE I—I done tol’ yo’ dat I don’ know whar Sam is! LIZZIE (harshly) LIZZIE Look yere, gal, d’yo’ think yo’ puttin’ somefin’ ovah on me? LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Dat’s de Gawd’s truf—I’m tellin’ yo’. LIZZIE
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