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Rosmer.
[Holding him.] No you must sit still—I entreat you, Kroll.
Kroll.
What can this mean? I don't understand you. Speak plainly.
Rosmer.
A new summer has blossomed in my soul. I see with eyes grown young again. And so now I stand
Kroll.
Where—where, Rosmer?
Rosmer.
Where your children stand.
Kroll.
You? You! Impossible! Where do you say you stand?
Rosmer.
On the same side as Laurits and Hilda.
Kroll.
[Bows his head.] An apostate! Johannes Rosmer an apostate!
Rosmer.
I should have felt so happy—so intensely happy, in what you call my apostasy. But nevertheless I suffered deeply; for I knew it would be a bitter sorrow to you.
Kroll.
Rosmer—Rosmer! I shall never get over this! [Looks gloomily at him.] To think that you too
