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[Turning right round.] Do you mean that I stood in the way?

Oh, no—not at first.

[Coming nearer her.] Who, then?

His aunt.

Asta?

Yes. Asta stood and barred the way for me.

Can you say that, Rita?

Yes. Asta—she took him to her heart—from the moment that happened—that miserable fall.

If she did so, she did it in love.

[Vehemently.] That is just it! I cannot endure to share anything with any one! Not in love.

We two should have shared him between us in love.