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Perhaps we are also made of noble metal, but we are eaten up with rust while they are hardened in the battle of life. It is a sad necessity. Czeska. How about Mr. Pretwic? Drahomir. George endured much, it is true, and one feels this although it is difficult to describe it. Look at those two men.
Pretwic came to tell me good-bye. He was very much changed and asked me to forgive him if he ever offended me. A sentimental ass. Stella. He said that he might be obliged to go away in a few days. I have a presentiment that you are hiding something from me. What does it mean? Do not torture me any longer. I am so miserable that you should have pity on me. Doctor. Do not let anything worry you.
Then I will close my eyes and tell you, although it is not easy for any young girl. You know Mr. George Pretwic well, do you not? I know him. Stella. How do you like him? He is my fiancé. Your fiancé? Stella. Good gracious! then you do not approve of my choice? Doctor. Only one moment.
Yes. Are you surprised? Czeska. No, my dear child. May God bless you. Why should I be surprised? But I am so fond of Count Drahomir, so I thought it was he. Mr. George Pretwic! Oh, I am not surprised at all that he should love you. But it came a little too soon. How long have you known each other? Living at my Berwinek I do not know anything that goes on in the neighborhood. Stella.
Countess. Stella, my dearest, Drahomir has killed Pretwic. Stella. Killed! O God! Doctor. Princess, it is not true. Stella. Killed! Doctor. She has fainted. Let us carry her to her chamber. Prince. My child! Czeska. Stelunia! It is dreadful. Who could have expected that mamma would return! Countess. The doctor is trying to bring her to her senses. Until now he has not succeeded.
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