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Johan.
What do you mean?
Martha.
Oh, nothing.
Johan.
You don't seem overjoyed to see me again.
Martha.
I have waited so long, Johan—too long.
Johan.
Waited? For me to come?
Martha.
Yes.
Johan.
And why did you think I would come?
Martha.
To expiate where you had sinned.
Johan.
I?
Martha.
Have you forgotten that a woman died in shame and need for your sake? Have you forgotten that by your fault a young girl's best years have been embittered?
Johan.
And you say this to me? Martha, has your brother never?
Martha.
What of him?
Johan.
Has he never? Oh, I mean has he never said so much as a word in my defence?
