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 remain in my house—turn her out at once. [To Pepito.] No compassion—this very moment

. What!

. My mind is wandering.

. Though your mother should stand in front of that woman, Pepito, you have my orders. Obey them. Never mind her prayers or supplications. If she should cry—then let her cry. [With concentrated fury.] Away with her, away—else I might kill her.

. Julian orders

. Yes, Julian.

. Her husband! It cannot be.

. I must see him.

. Very well. Look at him, once more—and then—depart.

. [Interfering.] Father

. [Pushing him away.] Stop, sir.

. It can't be true.

. This is too horrible.

. It is a lie.

. Come, Teodora—come and see. [Seizes her arm and leads her to the door.]

. Oh! My husband! Julian—dead. [Staggers shudderingly back, and falls half senseless.]

. [Covering his face.] My father! [''Pause. Don Severo watclus them rancorously.'']

. [To his son.] Turn her out.

. [Placing himself before Teodora.] What cruelty!

. [Doubting.] Sir 95