(_HATTIE goes_) If you're
thinking of shooting Dick, you can't shoot him while he's backed up
against that door.
ANTHONY: Just what I told them, Miss Claire. Just what I told them.
CLAIRE: And for that matter, it's quite dull of you to have any idea of
shooting him.
HARRY: I may be dull--I know you think I am--but I'll show you that I've
enough of the man in me to--
CLAIRE: To make yourself ridiculous? If I ran out and hid my head in the
mud, would you think you had to shoot the mud?
DICK: (_stung out of fear_) That's pretty cruel!
CLAIRE: Well, would you rather be shot?
HARRY: So you just said it to protect him!
CLAIRE: I change it to grass, (_nodding to_ DICK) Grass. If I hid my
face in the grass, would you have to burn the grass?
HARRY: Oh, Claire, how _can_ you? When you know how I love you--and how
I'm suffering?
CLAIRE: (_with interest_) Are you suffering?
HARRY: Haven't you _eyes_?
CLAIRE: I should think it would--do something to you.
HARRY: God! Have you no heart? (_the door opens._ TOM _comes in_)
CLAIRE: (_scarcely saying it_) Yes, I have a heart.
TOM: (_after a pause_) I came to say good-bye.
CLAIRE: God! Have you no heart? Can't you at least wait till Dick is
shot?
TOM: Claire! (_now sees the revolver in her hand that is turned from
him.
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