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Ragnar.

[Breathless.] He must turn now. He can't possibly help it.

Hilda.

He climbs and climbs. He will soon be at the top now.

Mrs. Solness.

Oh, I shall die of terror. I cannot bear to see it

Dr. Herdal.

Then don't look up at him.

Hilda.

There he is standing on the topmost planks Right at the top!

Dr. Herdal.

Nobody must move! Do you hear?

Hilda.

[Exulting, with quiet intensity.] At last! At last! Now I see him great and free again!

Ragnar.

[Almost voiceless.] But this is im——

Hilda.

So I have seen him all through these ten years. How secure he stands! Frightfully thrilling all the same. Look at him! Now he is hanging the wreath round the vane!