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Asta.
[Softly and tremblingly.] But if that relation were not
Allmers.
Not
?Asta.
not our relation?
Allmers.
[Stares at her in astonishment.] Not ours? Why, what can you mean by that?
Asta.
It is best I should tell you at once, Alfred.
Allmers.
Yes, yes; tell me!
Asta.
The letters to mother
. Those in my portfolioAllmers.
Well?
Asta.
You must read them—when I am gone.
Allmers.
Why must I?
Asta.
[Struggling with herself.] For then you will see that