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. For my sake, for his sake—for God's sake!

. [Despairingly.] You must loathe me to propose such a thing to me. Never!

. One word only. Are they coming for you now?

. It is not yet time.

. Swear it to me.

. Yes, Teodora. And you—say you don't hate me.

. Never.

. [Outside.] Nothing. I must see him.

. Quickly.

. Yes. [Hides in the bedroom.]

. Why do you prevent me?

. Ah, calumny is working to make the lie truth.

SCENE VIII

. Go to the devil—I will go in—Ernest.

. What has happened?

. I hardly know how to tell you—yet I must

. Speak.

. My head is in a whirl. Christ above, who would think

. Quickly. A clear account of what has happened.

. What has happened? A great misfortune. Don Julian heard of the duel. He came here to look for you, 63