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ay dreo its end. t on treet, but ter, praying for guidance, found taken in adultery and meditated .
quot;Only tell me t; o Annie-Belle.
quot;Better you dont kno,quot; s; .quot;
quot;as it --?quot; naming one or two.
quot;You never kne.quot;
t out crying again, and ook her in his arms.
quot;It o; said t;t girl made a fool of you!quot;
Sable and t t table e of er t, seeing bread for Annie-Belle and lay it on e, my son is a saint. o fear for him.
quot;I do anyt,quot; er t out.
tratress uffed rustled beneaturned away from him.
INtERIOR. FARMC
Joside, looks at father asleep in rocking-chair.
Picks up some discarded garment of Annie-Belles from t.
Shoulders shake.
Opens cupboard, takes out bottle.
Uncorks eeth. Drinks.
Bottle in on porch.
EXtERIOR. PRAIRIE. NIGht
(Jo of vie, t;Landscape t; rises.
INtERIOR. MINIStERS SONS ROOM. NIGht
Annie-Belle and Ministers son in bed.
Moonligains.
Botle of mattress.
ANNIE-BELLE: You awake?
Ministers son moves away from her.
ANNIE-BELLE: Reckon I never properly knowed no young man before. . .
MINIStERS SON: about --
ANNIE-BELLE (sion off): Oh. . .
Ministers son moves towards her.
For s consider egory of quot;young menquot;; in one anot nig mig o be borne, it was already enougoo mucigerrible innocence.
It so muc s. Only, fearing t, i