I think we die more than once when things are too hard and too bitter.
Michaelis.
Have things here been hard and bitter?
Rhoda.
No. All that was before I came here! But it had left me feeling—. The other night, as I walked through the streets of the town, the people seemed like ghosts to me, and I myself like a ghost.
Michaelis.
I cannot think of you as anything but glad and free.
Rhoda.
When you met me on the road, and walked home with me, and said those few words, it was as if, all of a sudden, the dead dream was shattered, and I began once more to live.
Bell rings.