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. You angel of my life, my heart's desire, be calm, be calm. I beg of you to spare yourself.

. Whisper, Edward. I could almost wish I were dead.

SCENE VIII

Don Lorenzo, Inés, and Edward. Don Lorenzo enters C., and stands listening to Inés.

. [Aside.] Dead, she said?

. You dead! No, Inés, don't say such a thing.

. Why not? If I do not die of sorrow—should fortune ever again smile upon me, then must I die of remorse.

. [Aside.] Of remorse! She! Should fortune ever again smile upon her! What worse fate floats in the air and hangs threateningly above my head? Remorse!—I have again caught another passing word. I traverse rooms and galleries, and wander from one place to another, pricked by insufferable anguish. I hear talk that I do not understand, and meet glances still further from my comprehension. I see tears here, smiles there, and nobody opposes me,—all either fly from me or watch me. [Aloud.] What is this? What is this?

. [Rushing to his arms.] Oh, father!

. Inés, how white you are? Whence this dolorous constriction of your lips? Why do you essay a smile only to end in sobbing? How lovely she is in her sorrow! And it is all my fault.

. No, father.

. I am cruel. Oh, if you do not say it, you think it. 179