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. She is upstairs. She wanted to come down—and cried—like a Magdalen.

. Already! Repentant or erring?

. Don't speak so. Unhappy girl, she is but a child.

. Who, innocent and candid, sweet and pure and meek, kills Don Julian. So that, if I am to accept your word, and regard her as a child, and such is her work on the edge of infancy, we may pray God in his mercy to guard us from her when she shall have put on years.

. She is hardly to be blamed. The infamy lies with your fine friend—he of the dramas, the poet and dreamer. He it is who is the culprit.

. I don't deny it.

. Where is he?

. Where is he? At this moment racing about the streets and public places, flying from his conscience, and unable to get away from it.

. He has a conscience?

. So it would seem.

. Oh, what a tragedy!

. A misfortune!

. Such a deception!

. A cruel one.

. What shocking treason!

. Unparalleled.

. Poor Julian!

. Melancholy fate!

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