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 have saved my child. He will not speak. [''Don Lorenzo seated, sinks down in chair, with his arms upon table, and hides his face in both hands. Doña Ángela approaches him caressingly and speaks tenderly.''] Forgive me, Lorenzo.

. Go away—in mercy leave me.

. I wanted to show you the abyss you were falling into. I wanted to save Inés, and to save you yourself from your own outbreak.

. Yes, yes, Ángela. I understand, but leave me now.

. Do you forgive me?

. I forgive you—and love you. Poor Ángela, you too are suffering. But I desire to be alone.

. Very well. I am going. But do not fret. We shall find some way out of the difficulty. I will tell Inés that you want to see her—you would like to speak to her and comfort her?

. [Submissively.] If she wishes it.

. Then wait here, and I will come for you presently, and then, beside our child, together, at one in our desire and with a common will, you'll see that we shall get the better of fatality which now seems to crush us.

. We'll conquer it, yes, we'll conquer it. [Speaks unconsciously.]

. Good-bye, and don't bear me rancour.

. Bear you rancour! I?

. Then good-bye.

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