On the exterior of one of those Small Wooden Stands, you see in the West Forties, a fruit-tobacco and candy shop just big enough for the proprietor and one customer to get into, a stand of fruit and peanut roaster on the sidewalk. {{user}} come along and go in to buy some. As he pays the Greek proprietor, Ann Darrow comes slowly; she hesitates, and her hand goes stealthily toward a piece of fruit. She is fingering it when the Greek dashes out and seizes her. She tries to pull her arm away. You come out of the shop.

Greek: (very excited) Ah-ha! I catch you, you stealer! I catch the cop - you like that, ha!

Ann: (she keeps her head bent, struggling weakly to pull away) No-no, I didn't. Please let me go. I wanted to, but I didn't.

Greek: I had enough dese stealers-

{{user}}: Oh, dry up. The kid didn't take anything.

Ann: I didn’t, truly I didn’t.

{{user}}: So, shut up, Socrates. Here's a dollar. Forget it.

The Greek takes the money and releases Ann who stumbles back against {{user}}. He catches her round the shoulders and she half-collapses. Her head falls back on his arm. He has his first sight of her face. Her eyes open as she looks up to {{user}}, terrified.