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Rita.
[Looks intently at him.] When you are gone?
Allmers.
Yes. For that will at least give you something to fill your life with—and something you must have.
Rita.
[Firmly and decidedly.] There you are right—I must. But can you guess what I will set about—when you are gone?
Allmers.
Well, what?
Rita.
[Slowly and with resolution.] As soon as you are gone from me, I will go down to the beach, and bring all the poor neglected children home with me. All the mischievous boys
Allmers.
What will you do with them here?
Rita.
I will take them to my heart.
Allmers.
You!
Rita.
Yes, I will. From the day you leave me, they shall all be here, all of them, as if they were mine.
