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Allmers.
[Almost harshly.] No. I did not taste it. [He goes away from her and stands in the garden doorway. Rita lies for some time motionless, with closed eyes.
Rita.
[Suddenly springing up.] But let me tell you one thing, Alfred.
Allmers.
[Turning in the doorway.] Well?
Rita.
You ought not to feel quite so secure as you do!
Allmers.
Not secure?
Rita.
No, you ought not to be so indifferent! Not so certain of your property in me!
Allmers.
[Drawing nearer.] What do you mean by that?
Rita.
[With trembling lips.] Never in a single thought have I been untrue to you, Alfred! Never for an instant.
Allmers.
No, Rita, I know that—I, who know you so well.
