Part 91 (2/2)

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MARION

Will some one, out of pity, kill

MARION

Yes, it flies; and we are lost

Didier, I've not the right to say a single word

I aht is due

You have rebuked and cursed me: you did well!

I merit still more hate and sharateful

But the reet, remembers you

I've planned it all You can escape Now, listen-- My God! do not refuse You kno much It costs me Hate me, strike me, curseheart--but fly!

DIDIER

Fly where? Froht but you to fly frorave is deep

THE JAILER

The hour is passing

MARION

O my Didier, fly!

DIDIER

I will not!

MARION

Just for pity!

DIDIER

Pity! why?