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Yes.

[''She sits and looks on while he hoists the flag half-mast high. When he has done he goes up to her.''

Miss Astayou can't think how grieved I am about little Eyolf.

[Looks up at him.] Yes, I am sure you feel it deeply.

And the feeling tortures me. For the fact is, grief is not much in my way.

[Raising her eyes to the flag.] It will pass over in time—all of it. All our sorrow.

All? Do you believe that?

Like a squall at sea. When once you have got far away from here, then

It will have to be very far away indeed.

And then you have this great new road-work, too.