Richly:
Has someone stolen something in my absence?
Roger:
Not at all.
(Low)
What will I tell him?
Richly:
Explain everything. Speak.
Roger:
I an hardly keep from crying. Don't go in, sir. Your house--this dear
house--which you love--has for the last six months--
Richly:
Well--my house--for the last six months--
Roger:
The devil is haunting the place, sir. He made us take up residence
elsewhere.
Richly:
The devil is in my house?
Roger:
Yes, sir. Haunts the place. In fact, that's what has forced your son
to buy another house. We couldn't live there any more.
Richly:
You're kidding me. It isn't possible.
Roger:
There's no sort of malicious trick they haven't put on me. Sometimes
they mock me when I'm unable to move my feet. Sometimes they shave my
beard with a red hot razor--and without fail every night they affront
me with the stench of sulfur.
Richly:
And now I say again, you're putting me on.
Roger:
Not at all, sir. What hasn't happened to me? We've brought the best
exorcists in London. There's no way to force them out; this spirit is
furiously tenacious--he's the one that possesses women when they have
the devil in them.
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