I never knew before
why you called it the Edge Vine.
CLAIRE: I should destroy the Edge Vine. It isn't--over the edge. It's
running, back to--'all the girls'. It's a little afraid of Miss Lane,
(_looking sombrely at it_) You are out, but you are not alive.
ELIZABETH: Why, it looks all right, mother.
CLAIRE: Didn't carry life with it from the life it left. Dick--you know
what I mean. At least you ought to. (_her ruthless way of not letting
anyone's feelings stand in the way of truth_) Then destroy it for me!
It's hard to do it--with the hands that made it.
DICK: But what's the point in destroying it, Claire?
CLAIRE: (_impatiently_) I've told you. It cannot create.
DICK: But you say you can go on producing it, and it's interesting in
form.
CLAIRE: And you think I'll stop with that? Be shut in--with different
life--that can't creep on? (_after trying to put destroying hands upon
it_) It's hard to--get past what we've done. Our own dead things--block
the way.
TOM: But you're doing it this next time, Claire, (_nodding to the inner
room_.) In there!
CLAIRE: (_turning to that room_) I'm not sure.
TOM: But you told me Breath of Life has already produced itself. Doesn't
that show it has brought life from the life it left?
CLAIRE: But timidly, rather--wistfully.
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