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 ASHER (comes back—coaxingly) Simah, don’t be angry with me! I couldn’t help it.

SIMAH I thought better of you than that.

ASHER It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t understand. SIMAH What was there to understand? When one is in love, one should even permit his finger to be bitten off. ASHER Well, I’m willing. SIMAH It’s too late now.

ASHER Don’t be angry with me. (She remains silent.) Well, Simah—I am begging! I feel like crying. I don’t believe I'll be able to sleep tonight, if you don’t say that you are not angry with me. It happens sometimes that one drops a word that he doesn’t mean. It just falls out. Does one need to take it so to heart? Simah, won’t you? I am speaking, Simah.

SIMAH (impetuously throwing her arms about his neck) Foolish boy. Foolish boy. Now, do you know why a wife must get angry with her husband sometimes? So that he won’t get cross—and— so they can make up again.

ASHER Then you are not really angry?!