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Allmers.
[Shaking his head.] It is not for the sake of that unfinished book Rita. No, I have another reason as well. Allmers. What is that? Rita. [Softly, with a melancholy smile.] I want to make my peace with the great, open eyes, you see. Allmers. [Struck, fixing his eyes upon her.] Perhaps, I could join you in that? And help you, Rita? Rita. Would you? Allmers. Yes—if I were only sure I could. Rita. [Hesitatingly.] But then you would have to remain here. Allmers. [Softly.] Let us try if it could not be so. Rita. [Almost inaudibly.] Yes, let us, Alfred. [Both are silent. Then Allmers goes up to the flagstaff and hoists the flag to
