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 Irene. [Carried away by passion.] No, no—up in the light, and in all the glittering glory! Up to the Peak of Promise! Professor Rubek. There we will hold our marriage-feast, Irene—oh, my beloved! . [Proudly.] The sun may freely look on us, Arnold. . All the powers of light may freely look on us—and all the powers of darkness too. [Seizes her hand.] Will you then follow me, oh my grace-given bride? . [As though transfigured.] I follow you, freely and gladly, my lord and master! . [Drawing her along with him.] We must first pass through the mists, Irene, and then. Yes, through all the mists, and then right up to the summit of the tower that shines in the sunrise. [The mist-clouds close in over the scene— and {{small caps|Irene, hand in hand, climb up over the snow-field to