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Was it I that was childish?

Yes, indeed, I think it was, as I look back upon it all. You were ashamed of having no brother—only a sister.

No, no, it was you, dear—you were ashamed.

Oh yes, I too, perhaps—a little. And somehow or other I was sorry for you

Yes, I believe you were. And then you hunted up some of my old boy's clothes

Your fine Sunday clothes—yes. Do you remember the blue blouse and knickerbockers?

[His eyes dwelling upon her.] I remember so well how you looked when you used to wear them.

Only when we were at home, alone, though.

And how serious we were, dear, and how mightily pleased with ourselves. I always called you Eyolf.