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[Going close up to her.] Were they evil eyes that stared up? Up from the depths?

[Shrinking from him.] Alfred!

[Following her.] Answer me! Were they a child's evil eyes?

[Shrieks.] Alfred! Alfred!

Now things have come about—just as you wished, Rita.

I! What did I wish?

That Eyolf was not here.

Never for a moment have I wished that! That Eyolf should not stand between us—that was what I wished.

Well, well—he does not stand between us any more.

[Softly, gazing straight before her.] Perhaps now more than ever. [''With a sudden shudder.''] Oh, that horrible sight!