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2018
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Susan starts to reach in her bag, she even takes her purse out; but she replaces it unopened, and instead of bestowing alms, she takes a flower from her hair and presses it in Jonathan's hands.
He looks at her with years of pent-up gratitude loosed from his heart.
Silently, she turns away and goes into the house. Jonathan, left alone, turns so that his hump once more shows in the most distorted shadow. He lifts the flower and for a single moment, its shadow rises above the shadow of the hump, a tiny cross on his little Calvary. Then he lays the flower against his cheek and sits upon the log near Hank.
Hank awakens.
HANK (looking up stupidly)
What you got?
JONATHAN (hiding the flower)
Nothing.
HANK
Come across, Humpy.
JONATHAN
Don't you call me that!
HANK
So—ho! What you yelling at me for?
[He sits up.
JONATHAN
Nothing.... I didn't mean to yell.
HANK
What you got there?
JONATHAN
I tell you I haven't got anything, Hank.
HANK
Come on. Come across.
JONATHAN
It's not for you.
HANK
Come on.
JONATHAN (Rises and moves away)
No.
HANK
Gimme it here....
[He grabs Jonathan and tears the flower from his hand.
JONATHAN
Stop that!
HANK
Great God! (Throwing the crushed petals on the ground) Say, what's the matter with you?
JONATHAN
I tell you, I'm going back.... I'm going back to my home.... I'm going to find my Uncle Nathaniel. I know he'll take me in. He won't blame me because I'm a cripple.... I know.... I know.... Didn't he say, "Poor Jonathan"?…
[At this moment Nathaniel enters, and the two stand face to face as they had stood in the lumber-room at their first meeting.
Hank slinks away.
Nathaniel is untouched by the years. Jonathan looks at him hopefully, but there is no glint of recognition In Nathaniel's eye.
JONATHAN (timidly)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
What did you say, my boy?
JONATHAN (Less and less audible, as his disappointment increases)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
I can't hear you.
JONATHAN
He looks at her with years of pent-up gratitude loosed from his heart.
Silently, she turns away and goes into the house. Jonathan, left alone, turns so that his hump once more shows in the most distorted shadow. He lifts the flower and for a single moment, its shadow rises above the shadow of the hump, a tiny cross on his little Calvary. Then he lays the flower against his cheek and sits upon the log near Hank.
Hank awakens.
HANK (looking up stupidly)
What you got?
JONATHAN (hiding the flower)
Nothing.
HANK
Come across, Humpy.
JONATHAN
Don't you call me that!
HANK
So—ho! What you yelling at me for?
[He sits up.
JONATHAN
Nothing.... I didn't mean to yell.
HANK
What you got there?
JONATHAN
I tell you I haven't got anything, Hank.
HANK
Come on. Come across.
JONATHAN
It's not for you.
HANK
Come on.
JONATHAN (Rises and moves away)
No.
HANK
Gimme it here....
[He grabs Jonathan and tears the flower from his hand.
JONATHAN
Stop that!
HANK
Great God! (Throwing the crushed petals on the ground) Say, what's the matter with you?
JONATHAN
I tell you, I'm going back.... I'm going back to my home.... I'm going to find my Uncle Nathaniel. I know he'll take me in. He won't blame me because I'm a cripple.... I know.... I know.... Didn't he say, "Poor Jonathan"?…
[At this moment Nathaniel enters, and the two stand face to face as they had stood in the lumber-room at their first meeting.
Hank slinks away.
Nathaniel is untouched by the years. Jonathan looks at him hopefully, but there is no glint of recognition In Nathaniel's eye.
JONATHAN (timidly)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
What did you say, my boy?
JONATHAN (Less and less audible, as his disappointment increases)
Uncle Nathaniel.
NATHANIEL
I can't hear you.
JONATHAN
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