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Have you ever been ill yourself, Mr. Ulfheim.

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Never. If I had, I shouldn't be here.—But my nearest friends—they have been ill, poor things.

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And what did you do for your nearest friends?

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Shot them, of course.

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[Looking at him.] Shot them?

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[Moving her chair back.] Shot them dead?

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[Nods.] I never miss, madam.

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But how can you possibly shoot people!

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I am not speaking of people

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You said your nearest friends

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Well, who should they be but my dogs?