FIELITZ
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FIELITZ
We both got up around eight o'clock.
WEHRHAHN
Do you always get up so late?
MRS. FIELITZ
Sure not! That there man is confused to-day in his mind. We got up at
five. We always get up at five!
WEHRHAHN
Well, Mrs. Fielitz, you go on home now.--I should be mighty sorry in some
respects ... However, justice goes its way. Murder will out. Criminals
come to a fearful end! The eternal Judge doesn't forget. And--you [_To
RAUCHHAUPT._] might as well go home. Go home and wait to see how things
turn out. I'll let things go this time. Your paternal feeling robbed you
of your senses.
RAUCHHAUPT
[_Steps forward._] I should like 'umbly to report, your honour ...
WEHRHAHN
Go on! Go on! What else do you want? Let us have no more nonsense, my
good man.
RAUCHHAUPT
[_Goes close up to MRS. FIELITZ._] God is my witness! I'll show you up!
THE CURTAIN FALLS
THE FOURTH ACT
_The attic room over LANGHEINRICH'S smithy. To the left, two small,
curtained windows. At one of the windows an arm-chair on which MRS.
FIELITZ is sitting. She has aged perceptibly and grown thinner.--At
the second window stands a sewing-machine with a chair beside it.
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