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[Darkly, looking away from her.] I think it would be best for both of us that we should part.

[Looking curiously at him.] Then where would you go? Perhaps to Asta, after all?

No—never again to Asta.

Where then?

Up into the solitudes.

Up among the mountains? Is that what you mean?

Yes.

But all that is mere dreaming, Alfred! You could not live up there.

And yet I feel myself drawn to them.

Why? Tell me!

Sit down—and I will tell you something.