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 Hedda. Ah!

Mrs. Elvsted. Never appear!

Lövborg.

Can never appear.

Mrs. Elvsted.

[In agonised foreboding.] Lövborg—what have you done with the manuscript?

Hedda.

[Looks anxiously at him.] Yes, the manuscript?

Mrs. Elvsted. Where is it?

Lövborg.

Oh Thea—don't ask me about it!

Mrs. Elvsted.

Yes, yes, I will know. I demand to be told at once.

Lövborg.

The manuscript. Well then—I have torn the manuscript into a thousand pieces.

Mrs. Elvsted. [Shrieks.] Oh no, no!

Hedda. [Involuntarily.] But that's not

Lövborg.

[Looks at her.] Not true, you think?