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 slice off her incomparably-moulded left ear. [Lets her go, and turns to Rosmer.] Farewell, my conquering Johannes.

Rosmer. Are you going now? In the dark night?

Brendel.

The dark night is best. Peace be with you.

[He goes. There is a short silence in the room.

Rebecca.

[Breathes heavily.] Oh, how close and sultry it is here!

[Goes to the window, opens it, and remains standing by it.

Rosmer.

[Sits down in the arm-chair by the stove.] There is nothing else for it after all, Rebecca. I see it. You must go away.

Rebecca. Yes, I see no choice.

Rosmer.

Let us make the most of our last hour. Come here and sit by me.

Rebecca.

[Goes and sits on the sofa.] What do you want to say to me, Rosmer?

Rosmer.

First, I want to tell you that you need not feel any anxiety about your future.