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 room and lay him on the bed. [Ernest wheels round in terror.]

. Where?

. In here.

. Yes.

. No. [''Strides back, and stands before the door. The group are on the point of lifting Don Julian, desist, and stare at Ernest in indignant surprise.'']

. You forbid it?

. Are you mad?

. Back: can't you see he is dying?

. What is it? He doesn't wish it? [Raises himself and looks at Ernest in distrust and fear.]

. I don't understand it.

. Nor I.

. He is dying—and implores me—and doubts me—father!

. Come, we must. [''Pushes open the door above Ernest's shoulder. Teodora is discovered.'']

. My God!

and. She!

. A woman!

. [Coming forward to her husband and embracing him] Julian!

. Who is it? [Pushes her away to stare at her, drags himself to his feet with a violent effort, and shakes himself free of all aid.] Teodora! [Falls lifeless to the ground.]

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