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 Rebecca. [Looks straight before her.] Yes, innocence

Rosmer. Oh, you cannot know what guilt means. But I

Rebecca. You least of all!

Rosmer. [Points out of the window.] The mill race.

Rebecca. Oh Rosmer!

Madam Helseth looks in at the door.

Madam Helseth. Miss West!

Rebecca. Presently, presently. Not now.

Madam Helseth. Only a word, Miss.

[Rebecca goes to the door. Madam Helseth tells her something. They whisper together for a few moments. Madam Helseth nods and goes out.

Rosmer. [Uneasily.] Was it anything for me?

Rebecca.

No, only something about the house-work.—You ought to go out into the fresh air, dear Rosmer. You should take a good long walk.