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 *ship? On your side, did you not feel as though you might purge my stains away—if I made you my confessor? Was it not so?

Hedda.

No, not quite.

Lövborg.

What was your motive, then?

Hedda.

Do you think it quite incomprehensible that a young girl—when it can be done—without any one knowing

Lövborg.

Well?

Hedda.

should be glad to have a peep, now and then, into a world which

Lövborg.

Which?

Hedda.

which she is forbidden to know anything about?

Lövborg.

So that was it?

Hedda.

Partly. Partly—I almost think.

Lövborg.

Comradeship in the thirst for life. But why should not that, at any rate, have continued?

Hedda

The fault was yours.