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[Hesitating.] Oh, I don't know, Alfred. No! I think I should have to stay here with you, a little while.

For my sake?

Yes, only for your sake.

But afterwards? Would you then? Answer!

Oh, what can I answer? I could not go away from you. Never! Never!

But suppose now I went to Eyolf? And you had the fullest assurance that you would meet both him and me there. Then would you come over to us?

I should want to—so much! so much! But

Well?

[Moaning softly.] I could not—I feel it. No, no, I never could! Not for all the glory of heaven!

Nor I.