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Asta.
[Going towards her.] You said you preferred to be alone.
Rita.
Yes, but I dare not. It is getting so horribly dark. I seem to see great, open eyes fixed upon me!
Asta.
[Tenderly and sympathetically.] What if it were so, Rita? You ought not to be afraid of those eyes.
Rita.
How can you say so! Not afraid!
Allmers.
[Insistently.] Asta, I beg you—for Heaven's sake—remain here with Rita!
Rita.
Yes! And with Alfred, too. Do! Do, Asta!
Asta.
[Struggling with herself.] Oh, I want to so much
Rita.
Well, then, do it! For Alfred and I cannot go alone through the sorrow and heartache.
Allmers.
[Darkly.] Say, rather—through the ranklings of remorse.
