THE CLIMBERS



  WARDEN. [Aside to her.] You're not afraid

  BLANCHE. [Hall smiling.] Oh, no!   And my

boy's there.

  [The thick falling snow almost hides them, but

    they are unconscious of it.

  WARDEN. What's to be done

  BLANCHE. Wait; we'll see - we'll see - let

it be something we could never regret. Good-by,

Ned.

                        [Giving him her hand.

 WARDEN. Good-by, Blanche.

 [Kissing her hand very tenderly and almost

   with a certain kind of awe, as



THE CURTAIN SLOWLY FALLS



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