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 Hedvig. Yes, it was by that foot the dog took hold of her.

Hialmar. But otherwise she hasn't the least thing the matter with her; and that is simply marvellous for a creature that has a charge of shot in her body, and has been between a dog's teeth

Gregers. [With a glance at Hedvig]and that has lain in the depths of the sea—so long.

Hedvig. [Smiling.] Yes.

Gina. [Laying the table.] That blessëd wild duck! What a lot of fuss you do make over her.

Hialmar H'm;—will lunch soon be ready?

Gina. Yes, directly. Hedvig, you must come and help me now. [Gina and Hedvig go out into the kitchen.

Hialmar. [In a low voice.] I think you had better not stand there looking in at father; he doesn't like it. [Gregers moves away from the garret door.] Besides I may as well shut up before the others come. [Claps his hands to drive the fowls back.] Shh—shh, in with you! [Draws up the curtain and pulls the doors together.] All the contri