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Allmers.
[Going close up to her.] Were they evil eyes that stared up? Up from the depths?
Rita.
[Shrinking from him.] Alfred!
Allmers.
[Following her.] Answer me! Were they a child's evil eyes?
Rita.
[Shrieks.] Alfred! Alfred!
Allmers.
Now things have come about—just as you wished, Rita.
Rita.
I! What did I wish?
Allmers.
That Eyolf was not here.
Rita.
Never for a moment have I wished that! That Eyolf should not stand between us—that was what I wished.
Allmers.
Well, well—he does not stand between us any more.
Rita.
[Softly, gazing straight before her.] Perhaps now more than ever. [With a sudden shudder.] Oh, that horrible sight!
