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Crying?

[Smiling.] Yes, would you believe it, she was crying her eyes out when I came away. And you are laughing, Vilhelm? Yes, I am, of course. But she, poor thing, she doesn't know any better, you see. Well, good-bye! It's a good thing I have the tramway so handy. Good-bye, good-bye, John Gabriel. Good-bye, Madam. [He bows and limps laboriously out by the way he came.

[''Stands silent for a moment, gazing before him.''] Good-bye, Vilhelm! It is not the first time in your life that you've been run over, old friend.

[Looking at him with suppressed anxiety.] You are so pale, John, so very pale.

That is the effect of the prison air up yonder.

I have never seen you like this before.