JOHNNY. But would you have in prison?
FAITH. I don't know. You can't tell anything in there. [With sudden
vehemence] I wish I had my baby back, though. It was mine; and I--I
don't like thinking about it.
JOHNNY. I know. I hate to think about anything I've killed, really.
At least, I should--but it's better not to think.
FAITH. I could have killed that judge.
JOHNNY. Did he come the heavy father? That's what I can't stand. When
they jaw a chap and hang him afterwards. Or was he one of the joking
ones?
FAITH. I've sat in my cell and cried all night--night after night,
I have. [With a little laugh] I cried all the softness out of me.
JOHNNY. You never believed they were going to hang you, did you?
FAITH. I didn't care if they did--not then.
JOHNNY. [With a reflective grunt] You had a much worse time than I. You
were lonely--
FAITH. Have you been in a prison, ever?
JOHNNY. No, thank God!
FAITH. It's awfully clean.
JOHNNY. You bet.
FAITH. And it's stone cold. It turns your heart.
JOHNNY. Ah! Did you ever see a stalactite?
FAITH. What's that?
JOHNNY. In caves. The water drops like tears, and each drop has some
sort of salt, and leaves it behind till there's just a long salt
petrified drip hanging from the roof.
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