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 ''scent to the left. Her eyes are immovably fixed on Irene.''

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[Rises and says softly.] We must part then. No, you must remain sitting. Do you hear? You must not go with me. [Bends over him and whispers.] Till we meet again—to-night—on the upland. . And you will come, Irene? . Yes, surely I will come. Wait for me here. . [Repeats dreamily.] Summer night on the upland. With you. With you. [His eyes meet hers.] Oh, Irene—that might have been our life.—And that we have forfeited—we two. . We see the irretrievable only when—        [Breaks off.

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[Looks inquiringly at her.] When?

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When we dead awaken.

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[Shakes his head mournfully.] What do we really see then?