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 *vault, with iron bars before the loop-hole. And with padded walls—so that no one on the earth above could hear the grave-shrieks—. But now I am beginning, in a way, to rise from the dead.

[She seats herself again.]

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[After a pause.] In all this, do you hold me guilty?

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Yes.

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Guilty of that—your death, as you call it.

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Guilty of the fact that I had to die. [Changing her tone to one of indifference.] Why don't you sit down, Arnold?

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May I?

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Yes.—You need not be afraid of being frozen. I don't think I am quite turned to ice yet.

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[''Moves a chair and seats himself at her table''.] There, Irene. Now we two are sitting together as in the old days.