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skirts of city. Groove two. Chamber scene. Boxed. Ordinary bed-
room set. Salmonpapered walls. Back, empty Irish grate, Adam's
mantel, with wilting elopement fan, soot and tinsel, condemned.
North, wall with window practicable. Argentine in casement
Vamp. Pelmit above. No curtains. Blind drawn. South, party wall
Bed for two with strawberry bedspread, wickerworker clubsessel
and caneseated millikinstool. Bookshrine without, facetowel upon.
Chair for one. Woman's garments on chair. Man's trousers with
crossbelt braces, collar on bedknob. Man's corduroy surcoat with
tabrets and taces, seapan nacre buttons on nail. Woman's gown
on ditto. Over mantelpiece picture of Michael, lance, slaying
Satan, dragon with smoke. Small table near bed, front. Bed with
bedding. Spare. Flagpatch quilt. Yverdown design. Limes.
Lighted lamp without globe, scarf, gazette, tumbler, quantity
of water, julepot, ticker, side props, eventuals, man's gummy
article, pink.
    A time. 
    Act: dumbshow. 
    Closeup. Leads. 
    Man with nightcap, in bed, fore. Woman, with curlpins, hind. 
Discovered. Side point of view. First position of harmony. Say!
Eh? Ha! Check action. Matt. Male partly masking female. Man
looking round, beastly expression, fishy eyes, paralleliped
homoplatts, ghazometron pondus, exhibits rage. Business. Ruddy
blond, Armenian bole, black patch, beer wig, gross build,
episcopalian, any age. Woman, sitting, looks at ceiling, haggish
expression, peaky nose, trekant mouth, fithery wight, exhibits
fear. Welshrabbit teint, Nubian shine, nasal fossette, turfy tuft,
undersized, free kirk, no age. Closeup. Play!
    Callboy. Cry off.  Tabler. Her move. 
    Footage. 
    By the sinewy forequarters of the mare Pocahontas and by the 
white shoulders of Finnuala you should have seen how that
smart sallowlass just hopped a nanny's gambit out of bunk like
old mother Mesopotomac and in eight and eight sixtyfour she
was off, door, knightlamp with her, billy's largelimbs prodgering