Deacon. Why, in this room.
Mrs. T.
Helen.
Miss A.
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In this room?
Deacon. Yes, in this room. Upon that very sofa. (pointing to sofa) Only a moment ago there was a colored woman sitting there arrayed in one of Miss Amelia's dresses.
Miss A. In one of my dresses!
Deacon. Yes, and she looked just like you.
Miss A. (in horror, raises her hands) Like me!
Deacon. Like you, until she turned her face toward me. She escaped out that window. (pointing to D. C.)
Miss A. (to Mrs. T.) Sister, I believe this house is haunted!