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Borgheim.
[After a pause.] Was it so delightful—that time?
Asta.
Oh yes, indeed it was.
Borgheim.
Was there much that was really bright and happy in your life then?
Asta.
Oh yes, so much. You cannot think how much.
Borgheim.
Tell me a little about it, Miss Asta.
Asta.
Oh, there are only trifles to tell.
Borgheim.
Such as? Well?
Asta.
Such as the time when Alfred had passed his examination—and had distinguished himself. And then, from time to time, when he got a post in some school or other. Or when he would sit at home working at an article—and would read it aloud to me. And then when it would appear in some magazine.
Borgheim.
Yes, I can quite see that it must have been a peaceful, delightful life—a brother and sister
