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Rita.
[Glances darkly at Allmers.] Do you hear that? [Turns to Borgheim.] I'll wager it is some one with the evil eye that has played you this trick. Borgheim. [Looks at her.] The evil eye? Rita. [Nodding.] Yes, the evil eye. Borgheim. Do you believe in the evil eye, Mrs. Allmers? Rita. Yes. I have begun to believe in the evil eye. Especially in a child's evil eye. Allmers. [Shocked, whispers.] Rita—how can you? Rita. [Speaking low.] It is you that make me so wicked and hateful, Alfred. [Confused cries and shrieks are heard in the distance, from the direction of the fiord.
Borgheim.
[Going to the glass door.] What noise is that?
Asta.
[In the doorway.] Look at all those people running down to the pier!
