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 Hialmar. Yes, of course I do. That is—in a sort of way.

Gregers. For surely nothing in the world can compare with the joy of forgiving one who has erred, and raising her up to oneself in love.

Hialmar. Do you think a man can so easily throw off the effects of the bitter cup I have drained?

Gregers. No, not a common man, perhaps. But a man like you!

Hialmar. Good God! I know that well enough. But you must keep me up to it, Gregers. It takes time, you know.

Gregers. You have much of the wild duck in you, Hialmar.

Relling has come in at the passage door.

Relling. Oho! is the wild duck to the fore again?

Hialmar. Yes; Mr. Werle's wing-broken victim.

Relling. Mr. Werle's? So it's him you are talking about?

Hialmar. Him and—ourselves.