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 Rosmer.

I am certain that it is the only way.

Rebecca.

If you were deceiving yourself? If it were only a delusion? One of those white horses of Rosmersholm.

Rosmer.

It may be so. For we can never escape from them—we of this house.

Rebecca.

Then stay, Rosmer!

Rosmer.

The husband shall go with his wife, as the wife with her husband.

Rebecca.

Yes, but first tell me this: Is it you who follow me? Or is it I who follow you?

Rosmer.

We shall never think that question out.

Rebecca.

But I should like to know.

Rosmer.

We go with each other, Rebecca—I with you, and you with me.

Rebecca.

I almost think that is the truth.

Rosmer.

For now we two are one.