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 thought all that. I must have wished it—have willed it—have longed to do it. And then. May not that be the explanation?

Hilda.

[Is still silent.]

Solness.

[Impatiently.] Oh very well, deuce take it all—then I did do it, I suppose

Hilda.

[Turns her head a little, but without looking at him.] Then you admit it now?

Solness.

Yes—whatever you like.

Hilda.

You came and put your arms round me?

Solness.

Oh yes!

Hilda.

And bent my head back?

Solness.

Very far back.

Hilda.

And kissed me?

Solness.

Yes, I did

Hilda.

Many times?

Solness.

As many as ever you like.