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64 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1922
🔸Consuelo: Nonsense. I am not simple. But you know, Bezano scolded me so much, that even you would have cried. The devil knows.... Mancini Tsss.... Never say "the devil knows." It isn't decent. Consuelo I say it only when I am with you. Mancini You must not say it when you are with me, either. I know it without you. [Laughs.]
🔸He: No, it is the sea and the sun ... what a sun! Don't you feel that you are the foam, white sea-foam, and you are flying to the sun? You feel light, you have no body, you are flying higher, my love! Consuelo I am flying. I am the sea-foam, and this is the sun, it shines ... so strong.... I feel well. [She dies. Silence. HE stays a moment with lifted arms, then takes a long look, lets his arms fall, and shakingly goes off to one side. He stands still for a moment, then sits down, drops hit head on his hands, and struggles lonesomely with the torpidity of coming death.]