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 [Almost at the same moment the comes out of the pavilion and seats herself at the table.

[ raises her glass of milk and is about to drink, but stops and looks across at with vacant, expressionless eyes.

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[''Remains sitting at his table and gazes fixedly and earnestly at her. At last he rises, goes some steps towards her, stops, and says in a low voice.''] I know you quite well, Irene.

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[In a toneless voice, setting down her glass.] You can guess who I am, Arnold?

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[Without answering.] And you recognise me, too, I see.

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With you it is quite another matter.

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With me?—How so?

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Oh, you are still alive.

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[Not understanding.] Alive?