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[Following him with her eyes.] But I knew that before I came. I am not angry with you for it.

[Shrugs his shoulders.] Why should you be angry with me after all? You are not even angry with him—for the same thing—or worse.

Did he tell you that about himself?

Yes. He told me. We all confess to one another here. Turn about.

I try to forget it.

It does not trouble you?

Not now. Only I dislike to think of it.

It is merely something brutal, you think? of little importance?

It does not trouble me—now.

[Looking at her over his shoulder.] But there is something that would trouble you very much and that you would not try to forget?

What?