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I. The Father Confessor
"I had thought for a glad moment you loved me. A week ago I hoped for a different answer. Will you tell me why this is?"
"A week ago; that is a long time."
"I see; you had not then met him."
"No, I had not met him; and yet I seem always to have known him."
"You do not know him, you idealize. Your vivid imagination, your love of romance and beauty, blind you. He is cruel and unscrupulous."
"How dare you speak to me so?"
"I dare because I love. Oh, it is not jealousy. Only give him up, and I will go away where you will see me no more. Can you not read his eyes? They are so cruel. He would kill a person if he hated him."
"His eyes, they are not cruel; they are full of—love, and he does not hate me."
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