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[Nods.] The child's evil eyes. [In dread, recoiling from him.] Let me be, Alfred! I am afraid of you. I have never seen you like this before. [Looks harshly and coldly at her.] Sorrow makes us wicked and hateful. [Terrified, and yet defiant.] That is what I feel, too. ['' goes towards the right and looks out over the fiord. seats herself at the table. A short pause.''

[Turning his head towards her.] You never really and truly loved him—never!

[With cold self-control.] Eyolf would never let me take him really and truly to my heart.

Because you did not want to.

Oh yes, I did. I did want to. But some one stood in the way—even from the first.