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. That paper

. I have it.

. Here?

. Here. [Lifts her hand to her bosom.] Look, it is but a sheet of paper, and yet it weighs so heavily upon my heart.

. I must see it.

SCENE X

Juana, Don Lorenzo, Dr. Tomás behind.

. Lorenzo, Lorenzo!

. [Impatiently.] What do you want?

. The duchess has come.

. An appropriate hour.

. [Aside.] What a tone! [Aloud.] Come and receive her.

. Yes, I'll go.

. Don't leave me, for Christ's sake. By all that is most sacred to you I implore you to stay. [Aside.] If he only knew.

. Are you coming?

. Yes,—yes; but don't worry me. I've told you before, I'll go.

. Do not leave me. I will tell you everything, everything. I will give you that paper—which your mother wrote twenty years ago—her letter—her signature—you will see. But only don't leave me yet.

. [Angrily.] Come, Lorenzo. 125