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Gregers. Do you go shooting in the garret?
Hialmar.
[Showing a double-barrelled pistol.] Oh, only with this thing.
Gina.
Yes, you and grandfather will do yourselves a mischief some day with that there pigstol.
Hialmar.
[With irritation.] I believe I have told you that this kind of firearm is called a pistol.
Gina.
Oh, that doesn't make it much better, that I can see.
Gregers. So you have become a sportsman too, Hialmar.
Hialmar.
Only a little rabbit-shooting now and then. Mostly to please father, you understand.
Gina.
Men are strange beings; they must always have something to pervert theirselves with.
Hialmar.
[Snappishly.] Just so; we must always have something to divert ourselves with.
Gina. Yes, that's just what I say.
