Oh, I don't know. It has suddenly come over me so---- [Starts.] Sh! He's coming! [Noise. Scuffling of feet and smothered cries are heard.]
George.
What is it?
Marie.
In God's name, be still!
Gypsy.
[Calling for help.] Mine daughter! Mine Mamie! My Mamie!!
Marie.
Hear? Hear? My mother! They are taking her away--to prison! Sh! Be still! No, no; don't open the door! Be quiet! Be quiet!