But
he will want you back, Lona.
Lona: An old step-sister--what use will he have for her now? Men
break many very dear ties to win their happiness.
Martha: That sometimes is so.
Lona: But we two will stick together, Martha.
Martha: Can I be anything to you?
Lona: Who more so? We two foster-sisters--haven't we both lost
our children? Now we are alone.
Martha: Yes, alone. And therefore, you ought to know this too--I
loved him more than anything in the world.
Lona: Martha! (Grasps her by the arm.) Is that true?
Martha: All my existence lies in those words. I have loved him
and waited for him. Every summer I waited for him to come. And
then he came--but he had no eyes for me.
Lona: You loved him! And it was you yourself that put his
happiness into his hands.
Martha: Ought I not to be the one to put his happiness into his
hands, since I loved him? Yes, I have loved him. All my life has
been for him, ever since he went away. What reason had I to hope,
you mean? Oh, I think I had some reason, all the same. But when
he came back--then it seemed as if everything had been wiped out
of his memory.
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