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the farmer must teach himself to renounce. [Paula bends over the machine, puts her hand over her eyes.] What is it, my child? Don't you feel well?
Paula—[Rises.] I beg pardon, your excellency. . . . I have had the strangest feeling . . . since . . . since he went away from here. . . . I don't know how to describe it. . . . I don't know what it is. [Her voice is restrained, embarrassed.] But I really believe . . . [bursts out angrily] I've fallen in love with this Juhasz. [She hurries out at right. The Count stares after her a moment thoughtfully, lights a cigarette, and as he flicks the ashes from it,]
THE CURTAIN FALLS
