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Brack.
There is one point more, Mrs. Hedda—another disagreeable feature in the affair.
Hedda.
And what is that?
Brack.
The pistol he carried
Hedda.
[Breathless.] Well? What of it?
Brack.
He must have stolen it.
Hedda.
[Leaps up.] Stolen it! That is not true! He did not steal it!
Brack.
No other explanation is possible. He must have stolen it
. Hush!Tesman and Mrs. Elvsted have risen from the table in the back room, and come into the drawing-room.
Tesman.
[With the papers in both his hands.] Hedda dear, it is almost impossible to see under that lamp Think of that!
Hedda.
Yes, I am thinking.
Tesman.
Would you mind our sitting at your writing-table—eh?