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[Raising her voice eagerly, almost triumphantly.] I've nothing to make up with you.

But I have with you. Everyone says hard things against the poor dead boy—except us two. You don't say he was bad.

[''Raising her voice yet higher, this time on a defiant, wholly triumphant note.] Yes, I do''.

I understand, my child. But he beat me, too. What does that matter? I've forgotten it.

[''From now on answers her coldly, drily, without looking at her.''j] That's your own affair.

If I can help you in any way

There's nothing I need.

I still owe him two kronen, back pay.