| LOCKWOOD |
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Where is he going in this storm?
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| ELLEN |
She calls him and he follows her out onto the mooｒ. |
| LOCKWOOD |
Oh,he's mad! He's like a madman! He seized me by the collar and flung
me out! You see， I had a dream. I thought I heard a voice calling. I reached
out to close the shutter, and something touched me.Something cold and clinging
like an icy hand. And then I saw her: a woman. But then my senses must
have become disordered because the falling snow shaped itself into what
looked like a phantom. But it was nothing. |
| ELLEN |
It was Cathy. |
| LOCKWOOD |
Who is Cathy?
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A girl... who died. |
| LOCKWOOD |
Oh,no. I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in phantoms sobbing through
the night. |
| ELLEN |
Poor Cathy!
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| LOCKWOOD |
I don't believe that life comes back once it's died and calls again to
the living. No, I don't. |
| ELLEN |
Maybe if I told you her story, you'd change your mind about the dead coming
back. |
| ELLEN |
Maybe you'd know as I do that there is a force that brings them back, if
their hearts were wild enough in life. |
| LOCKWOOD |
Tell me her story. |