I believe I am the only one that can divine your meaning.


IRENE.

Surely you ought to be the only one.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Rests his hands on the table and looks intently at her.] Some of the
strings of your nature have broken.


IRENE.

[Gently.] Does not that always happen when a young warm-blooded woman
dies?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

Oh Irene, have done with these wild imaginings--! You are living!
Living--living!


IRENE.

[Rises slowly from her chair and says, quivering.] I was dead for
many years. They came and bound me--laced my arms together behind