Going to her_) Claire!
CLAIRE: And even you think this is so important? (_carelessly raises the
revolver, and with her left hand out flat, tells_ TOM _not to touch
her_) Harry thinks it important he shoot Dick, and Dick thinks it
important not to be shot, and you think I mustn't shoot anybody--even
myself--and can't any of you see that none of that is as important
as--where revolvers can't reach? (_putting revolver where there is no
Edge Vine_) I shall never shoot myself. I'm too interested in
destruction to cut it short by shooting. (_after looking from one to the
other, laughs. Pointing_) One--two--three. You-love-me. But why do you
bring it out here?
ANTHONY: (_who has resumed work_) It is not what this place is for.
CLAIRE: No this place is for the destruction that can get through.
ANTHONY: Miss Claire, it is eleven. At eleven we are to go in and see--
CLAIRE: Whether it has gone through. But how can we go--with Dick
against the door?
ANTHONY: He'll have to move.
CLAIRE: And be shot?
HARRY: (_irritably_) Oh, he'll not be shot. Claire can spoil anything.
(DICK _steps away from the door_; CLAIRE _takes a step nearer it_.)
CLAIRE: (_halting_) Have I spoiled everything? I don't want to go in
there.
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