VERA
What else can I do? Shall the shadow of Kishineff hang over all your years to come? Shall I kiss you and leave blood upon your lips, cling to you and be pushed away by all those cold, dead hands?
DAVID [Taking both her hands]
Yes, cling to me, despite them all, cling to me till all these ghosts are exorcised, cling to me till our love triumphs over death. Kiss me, kiss me now.
VERA [Resisting, drawing back]
I dare not! It will make you remember.
DAVID
It will make me forget. Kiss me.
[There is a pause of hesitation, filled up by the Cathedral music from "Faust" surging up softly from below.]
VERA [Slowly]