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As the DEVIL concludes his history of the stone, there is a faint cry from LAINE's room, and a low, distant rumble of thunder.JOAN and SIMON (still clinging to each other). Holy Paul! DEVIL at the door leading to the alley - in a loud voice). Vox quibus Deus benedixit benedicite! He disappears, as LAINE enters and stands before her parents, erect and wondrously beautiful. She has abandoned her little cap, and her hair, encircling her head like a glory, falls luxuriantly to her waist; and upon her arm she carries her useless crutch as though she were bearing a lily.
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