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. Why not?

. [Despairingly.] You denied me at the hour of my birth, and again you deny me at the hour of your death.

. [Clasping him closely, so that in the darkness it is not possible to discern if they are embracing, or if Don Lorenzo has caught her in his rage.] Child of my love! [Whispers in a dying voice.]

. [Delirously.] That's so, that's so.

. I am dying,

. No, mother.

. Heavens! Is the man going to kill her? Help! [Runs to door R.]

. Edward—doctor!

. Mother, mother!

. No,—God help me!—no, not that.

SCENE X

''Don Lorenzo, Juana, Inés, Doña Ángela, Duchess, Dr. Tomás, and Edward. Latter two enter R. with lights, all help to separate Juana and Don Lorenzo.''

. Come, come.

. My mother—forgive me, forgive me. You don't wish me to call you mother—my mother.

. Farewell.

. Juana! [Juana makes a terrible effort and rises as if wounded in the heart by the name of Juana; falls back.]

. Dead! 160