LUCY BELLE (choking with pain) LUCY BELLE A-all right—Stop! All right, Slim. I’ll git it fo’ yo’! SLIM SLIM Will yo’—? LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Yas, yas. Stop—please—! Lemme up—lemme up—Slim— (He slowly turns her wrist back to normal and relaxing his grip somewhat allows her to rise. She stands limp and dazed for several moments, as though endeavoring to pull herself together. She draws her free hand slowly across her forehead.) [43] [43] SLIM (with savage impatience) SLIM Come on! (He tightens his hold somewhat. She gives a little cry of pain, and her knees give. With Slim still gripping her wrist, she moves unsteadily to table, Center.) LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE All right—all right, Slim. I’ll git it fo’ yo’—. (He drops her wrist. She opens the small drawer of the table and takes out an old and worn leather pocket book. She extracts two one-dollar bills, hands them to him, then deftly stuffs the pocket book down in one of her stockings. Slim jams the bills into his pocket, turns and
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