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Kroll. And when I tried to divert her mind from such melancholy fancies, she only answered: "I have not long to live; for Johannes must marry Rebecca at once."
Rosmer. [Almost speechless.] What do you say? I marry
?Kroll. That was on a Thursday afternoon
. On the Saturday evening she threw herself from the bridge into the mill-race.Rosmer. And you never warned us
!Kroll. You know very well how often she used to say that she felt her end was near.
Rosmer. Yes, I know. But nevertheless—you should have warned us!
Kroll. I did think of it; but not till too late.
Rosmer. But afterwards, why did you not
? Why have you said nothing about all this?Kroll. What good would it have done for me to come torturing and harassing you still further? I took all she said for mere wild, empty ravings—until yesterday evening.