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Rh. . . and yet. . . yet we change. It is like a game of riddles. I. . . I am the same. . . and I am changed."

"I too. My soul still recognizes in itself my former child's soul . . . and yet . . . yet I am changed. . . . Tell me: I believe things are running smbothly with you. . . ."

"Sometimes."

"Not always?"

"No."

"I am so glad to see . . . that things are going well as between you and Henri."

"We are growing so old. . . Everything gets blunted."

"No, it's not only that."

"No, not only."

"You have grown used to each other . . ."

"Without talking about it."

"You set store by each other by now. . . ."

"Perhaps. . . . Gradually. . . ."

"Hans is a good sort."

"Yes, he's just simply that."

"And you appreciate this now."

"I think I do."

"You both have full lives."

"Yes. Who would ever have thought it?"

"You have so much to make you happy: Addie always with you . . ."

"My poor boy!"

"Why do you say that?"

"I am frightened . . ."

"What of?"

"I don't know. On days like the last few days, I am sensitive to every sort of fear, I always have been."

"Have the fears been justified?"

"Sometimes."