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Allmers.
[Darkly.] Only that I cannot endure to be here any more.
Asta.
Here! With Rita, do you mean?
Allmers.
Yes. Rita and I cannot go on living together.
Asta.
[Seizes his arm and shakes it.] Oh, Alfred—don't say anything so terrible!
Allmers.
It is the truth I am telling you. We are making each other wicked and hateful.
Asta.
[With painful emotion.] I had never—never dreamt of anything like this!
Allmers.
I did not realise it either, till to-day.
Asta.
And now you want to! What is it you really want, Alfred?
Allmers.
I want to get away from everything here—far, far away from it all.
Asta.
And to stand quite alone in the world?
