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Yes, to tell the truth, I cannot help constantly thinking of her. Ever since I met her again. [A step nearer her.] For now I will tell you a secret, Maia.

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Well?

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[Touching his own breast.] In here, you see—in here I have a little bramah-locked casket. And in that casket all my sculptor's visions are stored up. But when she disappeared and left no trace, the lock of the casket snapped to. And she had the key—and she took it away with her.—You, little Maia, you had no key; so all that the casket contains must lie unused. And the years pass! And I have no means of getting at the treasure.

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[Trying to repress a subtle smile.] Then get her to turn the key for you again

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[Not understanding.] Maia?

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—for here she is, you see. And no doubt it's on account of this casket that she has come.

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I have not said a single word to her on this subject!