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[After a short pause.] A summer night on the upland! Yes, that would have been life!

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[Suddenly, with a wild expression in her eyes.] Will you spend a summer night on the upland—with me?

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[Stretching his arms wide.] Yes, yes,—come!

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My adored lord and master!

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Oh, Irene!

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[Hoarsely, smiling and groping in her breast.] It will be only an episode—[Quickly, whispering.] Hush!—do not look round, Arnold!

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[Also in a low voice.] What is it?

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A face that is staring at me.

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[Turns involuntarily.] Where? [With a start.] Ah!

[The head is partly visible among the bushes beside the de-