Rebecca.
But I cannot.
Rosmer.
Oh Rebecca——!
Rebecca.
Yes, Rosmer—this is the terrible part of it: that now, when all life’s happiness is within my grasp—my heart is changed, and my own past cuts me off from it.
Rosmer.
Your past is dead, Rebecca. It has no hold on you any more—it is no part of you—as you are now.
Rebecca.
Oh, you know that these are only phrases, dear. And innocence? Where am I to get that from?