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Rosmer.
Why not? What is the law that you say you have?
Rebecca.
Dear, don't let us talk of that just now.—What happened between you and the Rector?
Rosmer.
We have made peace.
Rebecca. Ah yes; so that was the end.
Rosmer.
He gathered all our old friends together at his house. They have made it clear to me that the work of ennobling the minds of men—is not for me.—And besides, it is hopeless in itself, Rebecca.—I shall let it alone.
Rebecca.
Yes, yes—perhaps it is best so.
Rosmer.
Is that what you say now? Do you think so now?
Rebecca. I have come to think so—in the last few days.
Rosmer.
You are lying, Rebecca.
Rebecca.
Lying!
Rosmer.
Yes, you are lying. You have never believed
