Rudolf!
_(tears.)_ My Rudolf. No, no, he is no longer mine! The flame is
extinguished, and only the empty lamp remains above the sepulchre of my
heart. No, Madalena, no, I shall not remain to be a reproach to you both. I
will wander on with my people, but the hate I have nourished has departed.
I may not love, but I forgive--yes, I forgive him. But his child. Oh, I
should so like to see his child!
_Child comes to doorway from house._
Fear not, little one, come hither.
CHILD.--_(coming towards her)._ Is it you? Father seeks you.
LEAH.--His very image. _(kisses her,)_ What is your name, my darling?
CHILD.--Leah.
LEAH.--What say you? Leah?
CHILD.--Did you know the other Leah?--she whom mother and father speak of
so often, and for whom every night I must pray?
LEAH.--_(With emotion, kissing her, and giving her a withered rose-
wreath, which she takes from inside her dress)_ Take this, my pretty
one.
CHILD.--A rose-wreath?
LEAH--Take it, and give it your father. Say to him your little prayer has
been heard, and that Leah--_(emotion)_--Leah forgives.
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