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 can't be dangerous? Speak, Relling! She is scarcely bleeding at all. It can't be dangerous?

Relling.

How did it happen?

Hialmar.

Oh, we don't know!

Gina.

She wanted to shoot the wild duck.

Relling.

The wild duck?

Hialmar.

The pistol must have gone off.

Relling.

H'm. Indeed.

Ekdal.

The woods avenge themselves. But I'm not afraid, all the same.

[Goes into the garret and closes the door after him.

Hialmar.

Well, Relling,—why don't you say something?

Relling.

The ball has entered the breast.

Hialmar.

Yes, but she's coming to!

Relling.

Surely you can see that Hedvig is dead.