Part 37 (2/2)

RUTH. [_Who understands._] Come, Richard, I haven't seen your tree yet.

[_She goes out Right with_ RICHARD.

WARDEN. [_To_ BLANCHE.] Give me your hand.

[_She does so wonderingly._

WARDEN. [_Softly, with a man's tenderness in his voice._] He is going away for good.

BLANCHE. Away?

WARDEN. For good.

BLANCHE. [_Slowly, withdrawing her hand._] For good? [_She looks over toward_ STERLING, _and then back to_ WARDEN.] What does he mean?

WARDEN. We will know when he wakes.

THE CURTAIN STEALS SOFTLY DOWN

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