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Tesman.
[Whispers softly.] Oh, Hedda, we shall never get over this.
Brack. H'm, very extraordinary.
Tesman.
[Moving about the room.] To think of Eilert going out of the world in this way! And not leaving behind him the book that would have immortalised his name
Mrs. Elvsted. Oh, if only it could be put together again!
Tesman.
Yes,if it only could! I don't know what I would not give
Mrs. Elvsted. Perhaps it can, Mr. Tesman.
Tesman. What do you mean?
Mrs. Elvsted.
[Searches in the pocket of her dress.] Look here. I have kept all the loose notes he used to dictate from.
Hedda. [A step forward.] Ah!
Tesman. You have kept them, Mrs. Elvsted! Eh?
