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 of space, engendered by temptation. Leave me, leave me—in God's name. If you are strong enough to wring my heart, at least you are not strong enough to bend my will.

. His voice! Lorenzo, Lorenzo! [Comes over to embrace him.]

. Mother! [Embraces her.]

. [Taking refuge behind Doña Ángela.] Whose voice is that? Who is that woman? What shade is that which has come out of the darkness and encircles my father with its arms? I'm afraid.

. Juana! my mother!

. His mother! Why does he call her mother?

. Because she's my mother, and because I should call her so.

. I? his mother? Good gracious, what an idea! How I wish it were so!

. Do you hear—do you hear what she says?

. She denies it.

. [Violently.] You are my mother.

. Ah, my poor Lorenzo. [Laughs with an effort, embraces him, and whispers.] Child of my heart!

. On your life, repeat aloud what you have just whispered to me.

. I whispered! Well, what did I say? To be his mother! Could I wish for a greater blessing?

. [Furiously.] Ah, you deny it.

. Lorenzo!

. [With increasing fury.] Do you deny that you are my mother? 159