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[Pointing to the lamp.] Look!

Only wind. We have light enough from the other room.

Are you happy? Tell me.

I am going now, Robert. It is very late. Be satisfied.

[Caressing her hair.] Not yet, not yet. Tell me, do you love me a little?

I like you, Robert. I think you are good. [Half rising.] Are you satisfied?

[Detaining her, kisses her hair.] Do not go, Bertha! There is time still. Do you love me too? I have waited a long time. Do you love us both—him and also me? Do you, Bertha? The truth! Tell me. Tell me with your eyes. Or speak!