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THE MAKROPOULOS SECRET

My daughter sings in the theater. Now run along, Kristina. There’s nothing you can do here.

Papa, she is mar-vel-ous!

Who?

Why, Mademoiselle Marty, of course. Emilia Marty.

Emilia Marty?

She is the greatest singer in the world. You know she’s singing tonight, and this morning she rehearsed with us. [A thought comes to her and she runs over to Vitek] Oh. Papa!

Yes?

Papa. I—I—’m going to leave the theater. I don’t want to keep on—not for anything. Not for anything.

[She sobs and turns her back]

Why, Kristina, what have they done to you?

Oh, it isn’t that, it’s because—I know so