BRIDGET BRUIN
I have begun to be afraid, again!
THE CHILD
Hide it away!
MAURTEEN BRUIN
That would be wickedness!
BRIDGET BRUIN
That would be sacrilege!
THE CHILD
The tortured thing!
Hide it away!
MAURTEEN BRUIN
Her parents are to blame.
FATHER HART
That is the image of the Son of God.
(THE CHILD puts her arm around his neck and kisses him.)
THE CHILD
Hide it away! Hide it away!
MAURTEEN BRUIN
No! no!