[A passing orchestra playing an uplifting crescendo would not be wholly out of place in the middle of this touching scene, but Luceti has no orchestra, so. Shortly, he draws back but keeps an agonized hand gripped on her shoulder.]
My dear girl. What did you ever do to earn such a cur for a father? I deserve no love or comfort, if there is any justice in the world.
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[A passing orchestra playing an uplifting crescendo would not be wholly out of place in the middle of this touching scene, but Luceti has no orchestra, so. Shortly, he draws back but keeps an agonized hand gripped on her shoulder.]
My dear girl. What did you ever do to earn such a cur for a father? I deserve no love or comfort, if there is any justice in the world.