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"And therefore you suspect me of unimaginable evil--and therefore you
come out of your hiding-place and accuse me of things I have neither
done nor thought of doing, building up falsehood upon lie, and lie
upon falsehood in the attempt to ruin me in the eyes of one who has my
friendship and who is my friend. You are foolish to throw yourself upon
my mercy, Israel Kafka."
"Foolish? Yes, and mad, too! And my madness is all you have left
me--take it--it is yours! You cannot kill my love. Deny my words, deny
your deeds! Let all be false in you--it is but one pain more, and my
heart is not broken yet. It will bear another. Tell me that what I saw
had no reality--that you did not make him sleep--here, on this spot,
before my eyes--that you did not pour your love into his sleeping ears,
that you did not command, implore, entreat--and fail! What is it all to
me, whether you speak truth or not? Tell me it is not true that I would
die a thousand martyrdoms for your sake, as you are, and if you were a
thousand times worse than you are! Your wrong, your right, your truth,
your falsehood, you yourself are swallowed up in the love I bear you! I
love you always, and I will say it, and say it again--ah, your eyes! I
love them, too! Take me into them, Unorna--whether in hate or love--but
in love--yes--love--Unorna--golden Unorna!"
With the cry on his lips--the name he had given her in other days--he
made one mad step forwards, throwing out his arms as though to clasp
her to him.
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