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Allmers.
[Nods.] As I used to, before, yes.
Asta.
But you are not fitted for living alone!
Allmers.
Oh, yes. I was so in the old days, at any rate.
Asta.
In the old days, yes; for then you had me with you.
Allmers.
[Trying to take her hand.] Yes. And it is to you, Asta, that I now want to come home again.
Asta.
[Eluding him.] To me! No, no, Alfred! That is quite impossible.
Allmers.
[Lookes sadly at her.] Then Borgheim stands in the way after all?
Asta.
[Earnestly.] No, no; he does not! That is quite a mistake!
Allmers.
Good. Then I will come to you—my dear, dear sister. I must come to you again—home to you, to be purified and ennobled after my life with
