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START: DOCTOR: Mrs Venable? Did your son have a � well � what kind of a personal, well, private life did �
MRS VENABLE: That’s a question I wanted you to ask me.
DOCTOR: Why?
MRS VENABLE: I haven’t heard the girl’s story except indirectly in a watered-down version, being too ill to go to hear it directly, but I’ve gathered enough to know that it’s a hideous attack on my son’s moral character which, being dead, he can’t defend himself from.
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END: MRS VENABLE [laughs, throwing her head back]: Name it that � I don’t care � There’s just two things to remember. She’s a destroyer. My son was a creator! � Now if my honesty’s shocked you � pick up your little black bag without the subsidy in it, and run away from this garden! � Nobody’s heard our conversation but you and I, Doctor