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Asta.
Yes, I was sure you would find it go so easily when once you got away.
Allmers.
So I thought too. But, do you know, I didn't find it so at all. The truth is, I have not written a line of the book.
Asta.
Not a line?
Rita.
Oho! I wondered when I found all the paper lying untouched in your bag.
Asta.
But, my dear Alfred, what have you been doing all this time?
Allmers.
[Smiling.] Only thinking and thinking and thinking.
Rita.
[Putting her arm round his neck.] And thinking a little, too, of those you had left at home?
Allmers.
Yes, you may be sure of that. I have thought a great deal of you—every single day.
Rita.
[Taking her arm away.] Ah, that is all I care about.
