Start:

PETER--Hello, Vinnie. (He sits on the edge of the portico beside her. She still keeps her eyes closed, as if afraid to open them. He looks at her worriedly.) You look terribly worn out. Haven't you slept? (He pats her hand with awkward tenderness. Her mouth twitches and draws down at the corners as she stifles a sob. He goes on comfortingly.) You've had an awfully hard time of it, but never mind, we'll be married soon.

LAVINIA--(without opening her eyes--longingly) You'll love me and keep me from remembering?

[...]

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PETER--(wincing as if she had struck him in the face, stares at her with a stricken look of horrified repulsion--with bitter, broken anger) Then--Mother and Hazel were right about you--you are bad at heart--no wonder Orin killed himself--God, I--I hope you'll be