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[Controlling herself.] What have you said to Erhart about me? Is it the sort of thing you can tell me? Oh yes, I can tell you well enough. Then please do. I have only told him the truth. Well? I have impressed upon him, every day of his life, that he must never forget that it is you we have to thank for being able to live as we do—for being able to live at all. Is that all? Oh, that is the sort of thing that rankles; I feel that in my own heart. But that is very much what Erhart knew already. When he came home to me, he imagined that you did it all out of goodness of heart. [Looks