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Tom Smith

GEORGE. Please, won’t you just listen to me?

SISTER MARY CATHERINE. There’s nothing you can say that is of any interest
to me.
GEORGE. I’m sorry!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. I don’t believe you!
GEORGE. I didn’t mean it!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. I don’t care!
GEORGE. I love you!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. I can’t— …what did you say?
GEORGE. I love you. I’ve always loved you. From the first moment we met.
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. we only met this morning.
GEORGE. mary Catherine, it’s me: george Donnelly. gD, the son of the
groundskeeper? It’s me!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. george?
GEORGE. yes!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. It is you! I thought you looked famil-iar but I couldn’t
remember from where!
GEORGE. and now we’ve found each other again!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. It’s a miracle!
GEORGE. I wanted to tell you before but I had to be sure it was re-ally you!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. and did you love me, george? as much as I
loved you?

GEORGE. I’ve thought about you every day since.

SISTER MARY CATHERINE. Oh, george!
GEORGE. Oh, mary Catherine!
(They begin to kiss, but he pulls away.)
you’re sure you’re not really a nun?

SISTER MARY CATHERINE. I’m not a nun!

GEORGE. halleluiah!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. (They begin to kiss, but she pulls away.) and you’re not
really a priest?
GEORGE. I’m not a priest!
SISTER MARY CATHERINE. amen!
(They kiss as aUgUSTa enters.)