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 Lojzka. Give me a moment to rest. I plead for you not to send me to inquire.

Jerman. Do you come with news of success or error? I have readied myself for any, now do with the unpleasant first.

Lojzka. I don't have the mail. It seems as though I missed it. She was unsatisfied and thus spoke words of spite, not of heartiness.

Jerman. Tell me everything, every word of hers. Do not silence one message, misrender none. I will judge for myself, deriving those of red-faceness from those of intel.

Lojzka. I cannot do this! A brief pause. As I have spoken, it cannot be told. . . Do you realize what I would have to tell?

Jerman. I knew as I commanded you to inquire. Such is an ill man, calling for the doctor to reaffirm their thoughts of death. It is the latent, shameful, undesired hope! Yet I ask you to report. Out of intrigue. A human likes to open their wound and study it. Then they are disgusted and pain is suddenly lesser. Don't you worry. . . I have never wept and never will. Report!

Lojzka. She was cheered through and through.

Jerman. Cheered?