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And what shall we do then, Maia—if it does not work?

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[Untroubled.] Then we two will simply get out of each other's way—part entirely. I shall always find something new for myself, somewhere in the world. Something free! Free! Free!—No need to be anxious about that, Professor Rubek! [''Suddenly points off to the right.''] Look there! There we have her.

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[Turning.] Where?

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Out on the plain. Striding—like a marble statue. She is coming this way.

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[Stands gazing with his hand over his eyes.] Does not she look like the Resurrection incarnate? [To himself.] And her I could displace—and move into the shade! Remodel her—. Fool that I was!

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What do you mean by that?

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[Putting the question aside.] Nothing. Nothing that you would understand.