[As soon as Farrah starts to sway like that, Salieri's immediately clambering down off his chair and pushing through the crowd of people to her, reaching out for her, to put hands on her shoulders, gently but firmly, to try and get her to look at him]
Farrah--Farrah, look at me. Look at me, ma fille--what are you talking about?
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Farrah--Farrah, look at me. Look at me, ma fille--what are you talking about?