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Hedda. Ah!
Mrs. Elvsted. Never appear!
Lövborg.
Can never appear.
Mrs. Elvsted.
[In agonised foreboding.] Lövborg—what have you done with the manuscript?
Hedda.
[Looks anxiously at him.] Yes, the manuscript?
Mrs. Elvsted. Where is it?
Lövborg.
Oh Thea—don't ask me about it!
Mrs. Elvsted.
Yes, yes, I will know. I demand to be told at once.
Lövborg.
The manuscript. Well then—I have torn the manuscript into a thousand pieces.
Mrs. Elvsted. [Shrieks.] Oh no, no!
Hedda. [Involuntarily.] But that's not
Lövborg.
[Looks at her.] Not true, you think?
