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Fitch, Clyde, 1865-1909

"The Climbers A Play in Four Acts"

_ BLANCHE
_continues speaking, the words rushing to her lips, as her pent-up heart
opens and lets all her emotions suddenly free._] Don't try to deny it;
you can't make me believe you! It's to _you_ I owe whatever promise the
future has for me! It is _you_ who have given me all the happiness I've
had for years. It is _you_ who have watched over, taken care of,
me--_you_, the best friend any woman in this world ever had. It is _you_
now who have saved my boy's honor. It is _you_ who lift the weight off
my shoulders, the weight off my heart! You!--you!--you!
[_She sinks sobbing on the bench. It begins to snow very quietly and
slowly._
WARDEN. [_All his love bursting out into his face and into his voice,
cries._] Blanche! Blanche!
[_Leaning over her as if to protect her from her trouble and take her to
his breast._
BLANCHE. [_Rising and looking straight into his eyes with a suddenly
revealed great love in her own._] Ned!--
[_They hold this position some moments, gazing into each other's eyes;
then finally_ WARDEN _makes a movement towards her, crying out more
triumphantly, having read and realized her love for him._
WARDEN. Blanche!
BLANCHE. [_Moving a half step back from him._] No--
WARDEN. No?
BLANCHE. Look--look, it's beginning to snow!
WARDEN.


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