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  Lilia.

  Tear it up, Julian.

  Julian.

                   No; I'll treasure it

  As the remembrance of a by-gone grief:

  I love it well, because it is not yours.

  Lilia.

  Where have you been these long, long years away?

  You look much older. You have suffered, Julian!

  Julian.

  Since that day, Lilia, I have seen much, thought much,

  Suffered a little. When you are quite yourself,

  I'll tell you all you want to know about me.

  Lilia.

  Do tell me something now. I feel quite strong;

  It will not hurt me.

  Julian.

                     Wait a day or two.

  Indeed 'twould weary you to tell you all.

  Lilia.

  And I have much to tell you, Julian. I

  Have suffered too—not all for my own sake.

  Oh, what a dream I had! Oh, Julian!—

  I don't know when it was. It must have been

  Before you brought me here! I am sure it was.

  Julian.

  Don't speak about it. Tell me afterwards.

  You must keep quiet now. Indeed you must.

  Lilia.

  I will obey you, will not speak a word.

  Nurse.

  Blessings upon her! she's near well already.

  Who would have thought, three days ago, to see

  You look so bright! My lord, you have done wonders.

  Julian.

  My art has helped a little, I thank God.—

  To please me, Lilia, go to sleep a while.

  Lilia.

  Why does he always wear that curious cap?

  Nurse.

  I don't know. You must sleep.

  Lilia.

                               Yes. I forgot.