| What’s that?
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| Hush, be calm!
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| (She appears to them. Laura and Anne gaze in awe at each other)
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| I look at you and see myself
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| I look at you and see myself
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| So strange, and yet so true
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| I see my soul in you
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| Almost my living replica
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| It’s true!
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| Our every move so similar
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| So much like you!
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| My face, but with years of strain
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| Your eyes reveal such pain
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| It’s like I’ve known you all my life
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| At last, it’s safe to hope again
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| Somehow you complete you
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| I know I can trust you
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| Here with you
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| I am safe at last
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| You were there
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| You were always there
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| Like your heart
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| Beats within my heart
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| And the truth
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| It can set us free
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| Now that we’re together
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| We must help each other
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| (Suddenly gunshots are heard, and the strange sound of hunting horns)
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| I hear them coming!
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| They’ve come to lock me up
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| Don’t let them catch me
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| Don’t let them take me back!
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| (She starts to run, the women following her: «Anne! Please wait, Anne!»)
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| (Sir Percival appears with servants)
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| The one in white!
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| She must not get away again!
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| (to Laura and Marian)
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| I thank you both
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| For having led me straight to her!
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| (Men try to capture her. Anne turns on Laura)
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| You have betrayed me!
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| You have set a trap here!
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| No, no, believe me!
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| Curse you, Lady Glyde!
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| Take her back to the asylum!
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| (The men grab for her. She escapes)
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| (to Glyde)
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| You may lock me up forever
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| But I will set my secret free!
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| You can’t stop me
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| Now I’ll tell the world
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| What you did to me!
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| Shut up her mouth and her ugly lies!
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| (The men gag her)
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| Let her go!
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| Count Fosco, you’ve got to help us!
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| (Fosco goes to Anne. She struggles. He injects her with a sedative.
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| She faints into the arms of the men, her captors)
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| I’m sorry. | 
| The woman was a danger to herself. | 
| I had no choice
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| It is the best way! | 
| I am a doctor
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| (Sir Percival and Fosco exit with Anne and the other men. The two women are
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| left, shivering and afraid)
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| We are powerless
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| At the hands of these men!
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| (Marian puts her arms round her sister)
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| We will not be victims, Laura. | 
| We will right this wrong
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| (The two remain as the light fades and a thunderstorm rumbles somewhere in the
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| distance) |