"
CURWEN: "Can't? Oh, my goodness!" He flies at the grating, and
kicks and beats it.
ROBERTS: "Hold on! What's the use of that?"
LAWTON: "You couldn't get at them if you beat the door down."
BEMIS: "Certainly not." They lay hands upon him and restrain him.
CURWEN, struggling: "Let me speak to my wife! Will you prevent a
husband from speaking to his own wife?"
MRS. MILLER, in blind admiration of his frenzy: "Yes, that's just
what I said. If some one had beaten the door in at once" -
MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh, Edward, dear, let him speak to his wife."
Tearfully: "Think if _I_ were there!"
ROBERTS, releasing him: "He may speak to his wife all night. But he
mustn't knock the house down."
CURWEN, rushing at the grating: "Caroline! Can you hear me? Are
you safe?"
MRS. CURWEN: "Perfectly. I had a little faint when we first stuck"
-
CURWEN: "Faint? Oh!"
MRS. CURWEN: "But I am all right now."
CURWEN: "Well, that's right. Don't be frightened! There's no
occasion for excitement. Keep perfectly calm and collected. It's
the only way--What's that ringing?" The sound of an electric bell is
heard within the elevator. It increases in fury.
MRS.
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