[She goes out Right with RICHARD
WARDEN. [To BLANCHE.] Give me your hand.
[She does so wonderingly.
WARDEN. [Softly, with a man's tenderness in
his voice.] He is going away for good.
WARDEN. For good.
BLANCHE. [Slowly, withdrawing her hand.]
For good [She looks over toward STERLING, and
then back to WARDEN.j What does he mean
WARDEN. We will know when he wakes.
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