:48:01
her tears,
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fill me with pity.
:48:12
Fill me with pity.
:48:16
The poor girl is mad, my friends.
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She is mad, my friends.
:48:26
Leave me with her.
:48:32
Perhaps she will calm down.
:48:37
Perhaps she will calm down.
:48:43
Don't believe his perfidy!
:48:46
She's mad, pay no heed.
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Stay. Don't leave yet!
:48:51
Whom to believe?
:48:53
- She's mad.
- Whom to believe?
:48:56
Don't go!
:48:57
Whom to believe?
:49:01
Don't believe his perfidy, don't go!
:49:05
- Feelings of strange torment,
- Feelings of strange terror,
:49:11
- Coursing through my heart.
- Coursing through my heart.
:49:16
- Tell me of this unhappy woman.
- Tell me of this unhappy woman.
:49:24
A hundred inscrutable things.
:49:30
Tell me of this betrayer,
:49:35
a hundred inscrutable things,
:49:39
a hundred inscrutable things.
:49:46
I shall not leave here
:49:49
until I've uncovered this affair.
:49:55
She has no air of madness
in her face or in her speech.