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Professor Rubek.
It was you that said that, Irene, not I.
Irene.
[Continuing.]—then I had my knife out. I wanted to stab you in the back with it.
Professor Rubek.
[Darkly.] And why did you hold your hand?
Irene.
Because it flashed upon me with a sudden horror that you were dead already—long ago.
Professor Rubek.
Dead?
Irene.
Dead. Dead, you as well as I. We sat there by the Lake of Taunitz, we two clay-cold bodies—and played with each other.
Professor Rubek.
I do not call that being dead. But you do not understand me.
Irene.
Then where is the burning desire for me that you fought and battled against when I stood freely forth before you as the woman arisen from the dead?
Professor Rubek.
Our love is assuredly not dead, Irene.
