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Hilda.
[Looks after him, then turns to Ragnar.] I think you might at least have thanked him.
Ragnar.
Thanked him? Ought I to have thanked him?
Hilda.
Yes, of course you ought!
Ragnar.
I think it is rather you I ought to thank.
Hilda.
How can you say such a thing?
Ragnar.
[Without answering her.] But I advise you to take care, Miss Wangel! For you don't know him rightly yet.
Hilda.
[Ardently.] Oh, no one knows him as I do!
Ragnar.
[Laughs in exasperation.] Thank him, when he has held me down year after year! When he made father disbelieve in me—made me disbelieve in myself! And all merely that he might
!Hilda.
[As if divining something.] That he might
? Tell me at once!Ragnar.
That he might keep her with him.