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who understands my suffering

and is like me,

so that we can die together.

And you thought of me?

- But why?

- Forgive me if I'm too direct.

But you seem to be

an outsider just like me.

You are also lonely.

Bereft of friends.

And nothing really matters to you.

You love nothing,

and nobody loves you.

What?

How can you say that?

I have my child

and my husband,

who loves me very much indeed.

- But do you love him?

- Yes.

And my little Pauline

loves me too,

and I love her.

Well, perhaps I was mistaken.

Forgive me.

Oh, Vogel.

I am so happy to see you.

How was your journey?

It confirmed what I keep

trying to tell the chancellor.

Many people are still not registered

in a trade, so they can't be taxed.

I am only responsible

for taxing the trades.

How can I demand payment

of the general tax

when not everyone

is registered yet?

And I doubt that the registered trades

will bear the burden in the meantime.

Mama?

Please tell me what

you really think.

What sort of infection is this?

If it really is one.

If I knew, I would tell you.

Amazing how suddenly

everything can change.

Only yesterday I was...

happy

and carefree.

And now this.

Ah, it will pass.

But do you not

worry about me?

If Pauline were ill,

I would be beside myself with worry.

That would not help her much.

Henriette.

- How lovely to see you.

- Yes.

How are you?

Madame Vogel is still weak

because of these ailments.

You must not tire her,

my friend.

- Oh, really? What is wrong with you?

- Oh, nothing.

Or at least,

they say it is nothing.

But perhaps they just

don't know what it is.

It is upsetting to have an illness

nobody knows or understands.

I also suffer

from something internal, invisible,

which nobody knows or understands.

How similar we are.

"And when the count,

during a happy hour,

asked his wife why, despite seeming

capable of withstanding all depravity,

she had fled from him

as if he were the devil,

she replied, throwing her

arms around his neck,

that he would never have

seemed like the devil to her

if he had not seemed like an angel

upon his first appearance. "

- How well-worded.

- You are smart.

But now I ask you:

When the count slept with the woman

he loved without her agreement,

was he acting

justly or unjustly?

- Unjustly.

- Precisely.

Then why are you plaguing yourself

and us with the absurd suggestion

that he could win the love

of the marquise in the end?

What useless hypochondria.

But, Mother, if the marquise

truly loves this man,

- and her love is stronger than his crime.

- Nonsense.

In that case the poor

woman is seriously ill

and needs to be cured from

an unhealthy kind of love

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