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[Delighted.] Your voice! Give me a kiss, a kiss with your mouth.

Take it.

I am afraid. [He kisses her mouth and passes his hand many times over her hair.] At last I hold you in my arms!

And are you satisfied?

Let me feel your lips touch mine.

And then you will be satisfied?

[Murmurs.] Your lips, Bertha!

[Closes her eyes and kisses him quickly.] There. [Puts her hands on his shoulders.] Why don't you say: thanks.

[Sighs.] My life is finished—over.

O don't speak like that now, Robert.

Over, over. I want to end it and have done with it.

[Concerned but lightly.] You silly fellow!