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THE ROBBERS.

Amelia.

I have nothing to forgive.—Let me be spared your news.

Herman.

Do you not mourn a lover?

Amelia.

(Measuring him with a long look.) Child of ill-luck, what right have you to ask that question?

Herman.

The right of hate—of love——

Amelia.

Can there be love beneath a garb like that?

Herman.

Ay, even to make a man—a villain!—Had you not an uncle who died lately?

Amelia.

(With tenderness.) A father!

Herman.

They are alive! (Exit with precipitation.)

Amelia.

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