LULU. ALVA. You won't go down. You're my woman. You shan't go down. I forbid it! ALVA. LULU. What would you forbid your woman when you can't support yourself? LULU. ALVA. Whose fault is that? Who but my woman has laid me on the sick-bed? [Pg 61] ALVA. [Pg 61] LULU. Am I sick? LULU. ALVA. Who has trailed me thru the dung? Who has made me my father's murderer? ALVA. LULU. Did you shoot him? He didn't lose much, but when I see you lying there I could hack off both my hands for having sinned so against my judgment! (She goes out, into her room.) LULU. you ALVA. She infected me from her Casti-Piani. It's a long time since she was susceptible to it herself! ALVA. SCHIGOLCH. Little devils like her can't begin putting up with it too soon, if angels are ever going to come out of them. SCHIGOLCH. ALVA. She ought to have been born Empress of Russia. Then she'd have been in the right place. A second Catherine the Second! (Lulu re-enters with a worn-out pair of boots, and sits on the floor to put them on.)
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