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Hedda. Not in the temple?
Brack. In the breast, Mrs. Tesman.
Hedda. Well, well—the breast is a good place, too.
Brack. How do you mean, Mrs. Tesman?
Hedda. [Evasively.] Oh, nothing—nothing.
Tesman. And the wound is dangerous, you say—eh?
Brack.
Absolutely mortal. The end has probably come by this time.
Mrs. Elvsted. Yes, yes, I feel it. The end! The end! Oh, Hedda!
Tesman.
But tell me, how have you learnt all this?
Brack.
[Curtly.] Through one of the police. A man I had some business with.
Hedda. [In a clear voice.] At last a deed worth doing!
Tesman.
[Terrified.] Good heavens, Hedda! what are you saying?
