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to ask you again now? If I were to beg and entreat you?
Rebecca.
Dear,—never speak of this again! It is impossible! For you must know, Rosmer, I have a—a past behind me.
Rosmer.
More than what you have told me?
Rebecca.
Yes. Something different and something more.
Rosmer.
[With a faint smile.] Is it not strange, Rebecca? Some such idea has crossed my mind now and then.
Rebecca.
It has? And yet? Even so?
Rosmer.
I never believed it. I only played with it—in my thoughts, you understand.
Rebecca.
If you wish it, I will tell you all, at once.
Rosmer.
[Turning it off.] No, no! I will not hear a word. Whatever it may be—I can forget it.
Rebecca.
But I cannot.
Rosmer.
Oh Rebecca!
