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ter him in anguish, "David!" A pause. She passes her hand across her eyes--then commences to laugh hysterically and goes to the organ. She sits down and starts to play wildly an old hymn._ KEENEY _reenters from the doorway to the deck and stands looking at her angrily. He comes over and grabs her roughly by the shoulder._) KEENEY. Woman, what foolish mockin' is this? (_She laughs wildly, and he starts back from her in alarm._) Annie! What is it? (_She doesn't answer him._ KEENEY'S _voice trembles._) Don't you know me, Annie? (_He puts both hands on her shoulders and turns her around so that he can look into her eyes. She stares up at him with a stupid expression, a vague smile on her lips. He stumbles away from her, and she commences softly to play the organ again._) KEENEY (_swallowing hard--in a hoarse whisper, as if he had difficulty in speaking_). You said--you was agoin' mad--God! (_A long wail is heard from the deck above: "Ah bl-o-o-o-ow!" A moment later the_ MATE'S _face appears through the skylight. He cannot see_ MRS. KEENEY.) MATE (_in great excitement_). Whales, sir--a whole school of 'em--off the starb'd quarter 'bout five mile away--big ones! KEENEY (_galvanized into action_). Are you lowerin' the boats? MATE. Yes, sir. KEENEY (_with grim decision_). I'm a-comin' with ye. MATE. Aye, aye, sir. (_Jubilantly_) You'll git the ile now right enough, sir. (_His head is withdrawn and he can be heard shouting orders._) KEENEY (_turning to his wife_). Annie! Did you hear him? I'll git the ile. (_She doesn't answer or seem to know he is there. He gives a hard laugh, which is almost a groan._) I know you're foolin' me, Annie. You ain't out of your mind--(_anxiously_) be you? I'll git the ile now right enough--jest a little while longer, Annie--then we'll turn hom'ard. I can't turn back now, you see that, don't ye? I've got to git the ile. (_In sudden terror_) Answer me! You ain't mad, be you? (_She keeps on playing the organ, but makes no reply. The_ MATE'S _face appears again through the skylight._) MATE. All ready, sir. (KEENEY _turns his back on his wife and strides to the doorway, where he stands for a moment and looks back at her in anguish, fighting to control his feelings._) MATE. Comin', sir? KEENEY (_his face suddenly grown hard with determination_). Aye. (_He turns abruptly and goes out._ MRS. KEENEY _does not appear to notice his departure. Her whole attention seems
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