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shipwrecked old man.—Yes, these improvements—we had better get them out of hand to-morrow.
Gina. You'll hardly have time to-morrow, Ekdal.
Hedvig. [Interposing.] Oh yes he will, mother!
Gina.
for remember them prints that has to be retouched; they've sent for them time after time.
Hialmar.
There now! those prints again! I shall get them finished all right! Have any new orders come in?
Gina.
No, worse luck; to-morrow I have nothing but those two sittings, you know.
Hialmar.
Nothing else? Oh no, if people won't set about things with a will
Gina.
But what more can I do? Don't I advertise in the papers as much as we can afford?
Hialmar.
Yes, the papers, the papers; you see how much good they do. And I suppose no one has been to look at the room either?
Gina. No, not yet.