Rosmer.
And so it swept the unhappy Beata into the mill race.
Rebecca.
Yes; for it was a life-and-death struggle between Beata and me at that time.
Rosmer.
Assuredly you were the strongest at Rosmersholm. Stronger than Beata and I together.
Rebecca.
I judged you rightly in so far that I was sure I could never reach you until you were a free man, both in circumstances—and in spirit.
Rosmer.
But I don’t understand you, Rebecca. You—yourself—your whole conduct is an insoluble riddle to me. I am free now—both in spirit and in circumstances. You have reached the very goal you aimed at from the first. And yet——