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HAMILTON
Hamilton.
To run away! From whom?
Mrs. Reynolds.
My husband.
Hamilton.
Your husband? Why, you're a child!
Mrs. Reynolds.
I'm twenty-six. I don't look it, do I? Oh, he's been nothing to me for a long time, but to-night he came to my lodgings where I've been living and he struck me, here. [Touching her breast.] So I thought you could give me the money that tomorrow I'd go to New York.
Hamilton.
And to-night?
Mrs. Reynolds.
Oh, I can go back to my lodgings. [With a Madonna-like simplicity.] He won't come there again to-night.
Hamilton.
[Leaning forward.] What did you say your name was?
Mrs. Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds—Maria is my first name. At home I was always called Joy.
Hamilton.
Joy!
