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Rita.
[Nodding slowly.] There is a change in me now—I feel the anguish of it.
Allmers.
Anguish?
Rita.
Yes, for change, too, is a sort of birth.
Allmers.
It is—or a resurrection. Transition to a higher life.
Rita.
[Gazing sadly before her.] Yes—with the loss of all, all life's happiness.
Allmers.
That loss is just the gain.
Rita.
[Vehemently.] Oh, phrases! Good God, we are creatures of earth after all.
Allmers.
But something akin to the sea and the heavens too, Rita.
Rita.
You perhaps. Not I.
Allmers.
Oh, yes—you too, more than you yourself suspect.
