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Page 47
STRANGER. It might happen that ...
DOCTOR (cutting him short). For a long time, I hated you, because
by an unforgiveable action you cheated me of my good name. But when
I grew older and wiser I saw that, although the punishment wasn't
earned, I deserved it for other things that had never been
discovered. Besides, you were a boy with enough conscience to be
able to punish yourself. So you need worry no more about the whole
thing. Is that what you wanted to speak of?
STRANGER. Yes.
DOCTOR. Then you'll be content, if I let you go? (The STRANGER is
about to ask a question.) Did you think I'd shut you up? Or cut you
in pieces with those instruments? Kill you? 'Perhaps such poor
devils ought to be put out of their misery!' (The STRANGER looks at
his watch.) You can still catch the boat.
STRANGER. Will you give me your hand?
DOCTOR. Impossible. And what is the use of my forgiving you, if you
lack the strength to forgive yourself? (Pause.) Some things can
only be cured by making them undone. So this never can be.
STRANGER. St. Saviour ...
DOCTOR. Helped you. You challenged destiny and were broken. There's
no shame in losing such a fight. I did the same; but, as you see,
I've got rid of my woodpile. I want no thunder in my home. And I
shall play no more with the lightning.
STRANGER. One station more, and I shall reach my goal.
DOCTOR. You'll never reach your goal. Farewell!
STRANGER. Farewell!
SCENE XVII
A STREET CORNER
[The same as Scene I. The STRANGER is sitting on the seat beneath
the tree, drawing in the sand.]
LADY (entering). What are you doing?
STRANGER. Writing in the sand ... still.
LADY. Can you hear singing?
STRANGER (pointing to the church). Yes. But from there! I've been
unjust to someone, unwittingly.
LADY. I think our wanderings must be over, now we've come back here.
STRANGER. Where we began ... at the street corner, between the inn,
the church and the post office. By the way ... isn't there a
registered letter for me there, that I never fetched?
LADY. Yes. Because there was nothing but unpleasantness in it.
STRANGER. Or legal matters. (Striking his forehead.) Then that's
the explanation.
LADY. Fetch it then. In the belief that what it contains is good.
STRANGER (ironically). Good!
LADY. Believe it. Imagine it!
STRANGER (going to the post office). I'll make the attempt.
(The LADY waits on the pavement. The STRANGER comes back with a
letter.)
LADY. Well?
STRANGER. I feel ashamed of myself. It's the money.
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