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Asta.
Yes.
[She sits and looks on while he hoists the flag half-mast high. When he has done he goes up to her.
Borgheim.
Miss Astayou can't think how grieved I am about little Eyolf.
Asta.
[Looks up at him.] Yes, I am sure you feel it deeply.
Borgheim.
And the feeling tortures me. For the fact is, grief is not much in my way.
Asta.
[Raising her eyes to the flag.] It will pass over in time—all of it. All our sorrow.
Borgheim.
All? Do you believe that?
Asta.
Like a squall at sea. When once you have got far away from here, then
Borgheim.
It will have to be very far away indeed.
Asta.
And then you have this great new road-work, too.
