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[Shrinking back.] Ah! [ rushes down the steps at the back. waves his hat and follows her.  leans against the entrance to the summer-house.  ''goes, in strong inward emotion, up to the railing, and stands there gazing downwards. A pause.''

[Turns, and says with hard-won composure.] There comes the steamer. Look, Rita.

I dare not look at it.

You dare not?

No. For it has a red eye—and a green one, too. Great, glowing eyes.

Oh, those are only the lights, you know.

Henceforth they are eyes—for me. They stare and stare out of the darkness—and into the darkness.

Now she is putting in to shore.