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Eyolf.
[Clinging to Asta.] No, I dare not.
The Rat-Wife.
Don't you think he has a gentle, lovable countenance, my young master?
Eyolf.
[Astonished, pointing.] That thing there?
The Rat-Wife.
Yes, this thing here.
Eyolf.
[Almost under his breath, staring fixedly at the dog.] I think he has the horriblest—countenance I ever saw.
The Rat-Wife.
[Closing the bag.] Oh, it will come—it will come, right enough.
Eyolf.
[Involuntarily drawing nearer, at last goes right up to her, and strokes the bag.] But he is lovely—lovely all the same.
The Rat-Wife.
[In a tone of caution.] But now he is so tired and weary, poor thing. He's utterly tired out, he is. [Looks at Allmers.] For it takes the strength out of you, that sort of game, I can tell you, sir.
