(Insert) “It uses up a sight of gas to kill a woman grown and a healthy baby.”
John crushes green-backs into her hand and strides into room.
Upon bed lies dead girl.
(On Screen)
With backthrown silken hair her mourning veil, all smileless in death as she had been through life, she clasps to her breast the clay of his child and hers, of whose existence a detective had told him. “Grief to Men” at last teaches one man the acme of grief.
John bends over her. His lips move.
(Insert) “I have murdered what I love. Can you forgive?”
Sinks to knees beside bed. Lays face in her hair. Shudders in agony of regret.
THE THIRD TURN
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