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 son has dared to return? Ha, ha, ha! It would seem that it was destined I should return once again.

How did you dare to show yourself in such garb in a house filled with the Holy Torah and with Judaism!

&ensp;(looking down at his modern garb) Neither my clothes nor I fit the place. True. But it is not my fault. You would not have seen me here today if I had not been sent for.

You were sent for? Who dared write without my knowledge?

They wrote me your were dangerously ill. If it were not for that I should not be here. You must surely know there is no great joy for me here in this house, which is dominated by his—&emsp;(pointing to the portrait)&emsp;tyranny.

And you still have the effrontery…

This is no place for a man who would live. Here—his dead will reigns.

You dare! You dare to mock him after you have killed him!

&ensp;(growing pale) What!&emsp;(He moves involuntarily toward his mother—stunned.)&emsp;What!!