“My name,” she repeated, “is Ingeborg Bauer, I hope you won’t forget me.” From this moment on they spoke in fainter and fainter whispers. “I won’t,” said Reiter. “Swear it,” said the girl. “I swear,” said Reiter. “Who do you swear by? Your mother, your father, God?” asked the girl. “I swear by God,” said Reiter. “I don’t believe in God,” said the girl. “Then I swear by my mother and father,” said Reiter.
