PAULINE
[Laying down bank-notes and handfuls of silver, without counting them, on the table.] Here is the money: I don't need it.
MRS. JOHN
I don' know nothin' about no money, Pauline.
PAULINE
Oh, you'll know about the money all right! It's been jus' burnin' into me, that it has! It was like a snake under my pillow …
MRS. JOHN
Oh, come now …
PAULINE
Like a snake that crept out when I went to sleep. An' it tormented me an' wound itself aroun' me an' squeezed me so that I screamed right out an' my landlady found me lyin' on the bare floor jus' like somebody what's dead.