'Well, I can't see there's
anything very wrong in that; it's just natural. There's no rule for how
much one ought to eat at a meal.' 'But to have to sit and look at you--it
makes me sick. It's that that makes me ill.' 'Well, anyhow, you can't say
I drink too much now,' said he. 'So it's better than it was.' 'No, indeed,
it's worse!' Then says the Captain: 'Well, really, I do think you might
make allowances for me a little, after I've--I mean, considering what you
did yourself this summer.' 'Yes, you're right,' says Fruen, beginning to
cry. 'If you knew how it hurts and plagues me night and day, thinking of
that.... But I've never said a word.' 'No, I know,' says she, crying all
the more. 'And I asked you myself to come back,' he said. But at that she
seemed to think he was taking too much credit to himself; she stopped
crying, and answered, with a toss of her head: 'Yes, and it would have
been better if you'd never asked me back, if it was only to go on like
this.' 'Like what?' says he.
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