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 proof! yes; they are speaking of the proof. [Looks eagerly about the table for key of desk.]

. Yes, it will be a terrible one—very terrible to walk between two precipices. Lorenzo on the one side, Inés on the other. You are right indeed.

. [Aloud, angrily.] I have lost it.

. [Aside, turning round.] I should think you have, unfortunate man.

. Lorenzo!

. Ah, they're there. [Recognises them with a suspicious glance.]

. [Gently.] What are you looking for? We will help you.

. You! no. Wherefore? It is my work.

. But at least tell us what you have lost.

. Everything—even the love of mine own. Say if there can be more for me to lose.

. No, Lorenzo, do not believe it.

. At last! The key. Heaven be praised! [Aside, distrustfully.] It was there—it was in the lock. [Opens desk and takes out the paper Juana placed there.] Ah, here it is. I breathe again freely. [Reads.] 'For Lorenzo.' This is the paper.

. [Approaching.] Have you found what you were looking for?

. Yes. [Dr. Tomás also approaches.]

. What paper is it?

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