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44  [Rising, fiercely.] Why shouldn't I? Hasn't he? What about Otto's sufferings and mine? If I could make him suffer as he made my father suffer, as he is making us all suffer, do you think I wouldn't do it?  No, Indeed, you wouldn't.

 I would! As God is my witness I would! Oh, if I could only have the chance! I would sacrifice my life for it! I hate him! I hate him!

[The door on R. flies open with a bang, and Otto returns, carrying a suit-case, which bears foreign labels, and followed by a young girl, with fair hair.  Here she is, auntie. This is Freda.

 [Shaking hands.] Glad to see you, Freda.  Thank you, Mrs. Schiller. Margaret!  Freda! [The girls embrace and kiss.  [To ] Freda is a Swiss friend of Otto's and Margaret's. She has just arrived from Zurich, and Otto has brought her up to tea.