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Professor Rubek.
Give me that knife, Irene!
Irene.
[Concealing it.] You shall not have it. I may very likely find a use for it myself.
Professor Rubek.
What use can you have for it, here?
Irene.
[Looks fixedly at him.] It was intended for you, Arnold.
Professor Rubek.
For me!
Irene.
As we were sitting by the Lake of Taunitz last evening
Professor Rubek.
By the Lake of
Irene.
—outside the peasant's hut—and playing with swans and water-lilies
Professor Rubek.
What then—what then?
Irene.
—and when I heard you say with such deathly, icy coldness—that I was nothing but an episode in your life
