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But you have forgotten the most precious gift.

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The most precious—? What gift was that?

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I gave you my young, living soul. And that gift left me empty within—soulless. [Looking at him with a fixed stare.] It was that I died of, Arnold. [The ''opens the door wide and makes room for her. She goes into the pavilion.''

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[Stands and looks after her; then whispers.] Irene!