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I owe you everything! You must never doubt that. No sacrifice has been too great for you

[Interrupting.] Oh, nonsense—sacrifice! Don't talk of such a thing.—I have only loved you, Asta, ever since you were a little child. [After a short pause.] And then it always seemed to me that I had so much injustice to make up to you for.

[Astonished.] Injustice? You?

Not precisely on my own account. But

[Eagerly.] But?

On father's.

[Half rising from the bench.] On—father's! [Sitting down again.] What do you mean by that, Alfred?

Father was never really kind to you.

[Vehemently.] Oh, don't say that!