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Rebecca. [Looks straight before her.] Yes, innocence
Rosmer. Oh, you cannot know what guilt means. But I
Rebecca. You least of all!
Rosmer. [Points out of the window.] The mill race.
Rebecca. Oh Rosmer!
Madam Helseth looks in at the door.
Madam Helseth. Miss West!
Rebecca. Presently, presently. Not now.
Madam Helseth. Only a word, Miss.
[Rebecca goes to the door. Madam Helseth tells her something. They whisper together for a few moments. Madam Helseth nods and goes out.
Rosmer. [Uneasily.] Was it anything for me?
Rebecca.
No, only something about the house-work.—You ought to go out into the fresh air, dear Rosmer. You should take a good long walk.
