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. Yes.

. Your blood!

. All.

. [Forcing him to his knees.] Stay still.

. Julian!

. Ah, you defend him, you defend him.

. Not for his sake.

. In God's name

. [To Severo.] Silence. [Still holds Ernest down.] Bad friend, bad son!

. My father.

. Disloyal! Traitor!

. No, father.

. Here is my shameful seal upon your cheek—To-day with my hand—soon with steel—so! [''With a supreme effort strikes Ernest. Ernest jumps up with a terrible cry, and turns away, covering his face.'']

. Oh!

. [Stretches out his hand to Ernest.] Justice.

. My God! [Hides her face in both hands, and drops on a chair.]

. [Turning to Ernest to exculpate Don Julian.] It was only delirium.

. It was not delirium, it was chastisement, Heaven be praised. What did you think, ungrateful boy? 92