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(entering and approaching her timidly). Katisha!

The miscreant who robbed me of my love! But vengeance pursues— they are heating the cauldron!

Katisha— behold a suppliant at your feet! Katisha— mercy!

Mercy ? Had you mercy on him? See here, you! You have slain my love. He did not love me, but he would have loved me in time. I am an acquired taste— only the educated palate can appreciate me. I was educating his palate when he left me. Well, he is dead, and where shall I find another? It takes years to train a man to love me. Am I to go through the weary round again, and, at the same time, implore mercy for you who robbed me of my prey— I mean my pupil— just as his education was on the point of completion? Oh, where shall I find another?

(suddenly, and with great vehemence). Here!— Here!

What!!!