Slowly goes to it. Holds it as if she cannot think what
it is for. Then raises it high and fires above through the place in the
glass left open for ventilation_. ANTHONY _comes from the inner room.
His eyes go from her to the body beyond_. HARRY _rushes in from
outside_.)
HARRY: Who fired that?
CLAIRE: I did. Lonely.
(_Seeing_ ANTHONY'S _look_, HARRY _'s eyes follow it_.)
HARRY: Oh! What? What? (DICK _comes running in_) Who? Claire!
(DICK _sees--goes to_ TOM)
CLAIRE: Yes. I did it. MY--Gift.
HARRY: Is he--? He isn't--? He isn't--?
(_Tries to go in there. Cannot--there is the sound of broken glass, of a
position being changed--then_ DICK _reappears_.)
DICK: (_his voice in jerks_) It's--it's no use, but I'll go for a
doctor.
HARRY: No--no. Oh, I suppose--(_falling down beside_ CLAIRE--_his face
against her_) My darling! How can I save you now?
CLAIRE: (_speaking each word very carefully_) Saved--myself.
ANTHONY: I did it. Don't you see? I didn't want so many around.
Not--what this place is for.
HARRY: (_snatching at this but lets it go_) She wouldn't let--(_looking
up at_ CLAIRE--_then quickly hiding his face_) And--don't you see?
CLAIRE: Out. (_a little like a child's pleased surprise_) Out.
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