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Hilda.
[Rises.] You surely cannot mean to deny it?
Solness.
Yes, I do. I deny it altogether!
Hilda.
[Looks scornfully at him.] Oh, indeed!
[She turns and goes slowly close up to the stove, where she remains standing motionless, her face averted from him, her hands behind her back. Short pause.
Solness.
[Goes cautiously up behind her.] Miss Wangel
Hilda.
[Is silent and does not move.]
Solness.
Don't stand there like a statue. You must have dreamt all this. [Lays his hand on her arm.] Now just listen
Hilda.
[Makes an impatient movement with her arm.]
Solness.
[As a thought flashes upon him.] Or! Wait a moment! There is something under all this, you may depend!
Hilda.
[Does not move.]
Solness.
[In a low voice, but with emphasis.] I must have
