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III]

[Proudly.] Whenever you like I am ready.

So that you could meet your lover—freely?

Yes.

Night after night?

[Gazing before her and speaking with intense passion.] To meet my lover! [Holding out her arms before her.] My lover! Yes! My lover!

Bertha! [She does not answer.] Bertha, you are free.

[Pushes his hand aside and starts to her feet.] Don't touch me! You are a stranger to me. You do not understand anything in me—not one thing in my heart or soul. A stranger! I am living with a stranger!