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LYDIA [stopping by Joe and bending over him]. Didn't I say it was a prophecy? [Joe does not answer nor open his eyes. Lydia takes his hand and then drops it in fear.] LYDIA. Aunt Harriet, come here quickly! [Harriet comes swiftly and stoops over Joe. She feels of his pulse and lays her hand against his heart.] HARRIET. Joe, Joe! LYDIA [moving distractedly toward the door]. I'll call the doctor. HARRIET [standing very straight and twisting her handkerchief]. It will do no good, Lydia. Joe has gone. This is the way your father went and your grandfather--all the men in the Wilde family. But this is irregular. They never died so young. [Lydia covers her face with her hands.] HARRIET. And he seems so well. Why didn't the doctor--Lydia! This was their secret--this is what they wouldn't tell me! LYDIA. Secret? Which secret? [She looks at Joe and clasps her hands in anguish. Harriet kneels by the lounge and begins to pray.] HARRIET. Dear Lord, I do beseech thee to grant peace and eternal rest to thy child come home to thee. Grant that he may forever sit in thy presence---- [Lydia, slowly realizing what her aunt is saying, runs to her side and makes her rise.] LYDIA. Stop that! Stop it, I say! You worried him enough when he was alive. Now that he's dead, let him do what he wants to. HARRIET. Lydia! You have lost your senses. Be calm, be calm. [Harriet crosses to the table and picks up the Bible.] Come. We will read a few verses and have faith that-- LYDIA [snatching the Bible from her aunt]. No you shan't! Let him alone.

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