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[Nods slowly without answering.]

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[Closing her umbrella.] I have been searching for you such a long time.

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[Without expression.] Thank you.

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[Moves a chair and seats herself close to him.] Have you been sitting here long? All the time?

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[''Does not answer at first. Presently he says''.] No, I cannot grasp it. It seems so utterly impossible.

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[''Laying her hand compassionately on his arm''.] Poor Alfred!

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[Gazing at her.] Is it really true then, Asta? Or have I gone mad? Or am I only dreaming? Oh, if it were only a dream! Just think, if I were to waken now!

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Oh, if I could only waken you!

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[Looking out over the water.] How pitiless the fiord looks to-day, lying so heavy and drowsy