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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"The Master Builder"

] I always did that in those days. It is an
old custom.

HILDA.
It was so wonderfully thrilling to stand below and look up at you.
Fancy, if he should fall over! He--the master builder himself!

SOLNESS.
[As if to divert her from the subject.] Yes, yes, yes, that might
very will have happened, too. For one of those white-frocked little
devils,--she went on in such a way, and screamed up at me so---

HILDA.
[Sparkling with pleasure.] "Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!" Yes!

SOLNESS.
--and waved and flourished with her flag, so that I--so that it
almost made me giddy to look at it.

HILDA.
[In a lower voice, seriously.] That little devil--that was _I_.

SOLNESS.
[Fixes his eyes steadily upon her.] I am sure of that now. It must
have been you.

HILDA.
[Lively again.] Oh, it was so gloriously thrilling! I could not
have believed there was a builder in the whole world that could
build such a tremendously high tower. And then, that you yourself
should stand at the very top of it, as large as life! And that you
should not be the least bit dizzy! It was that above everything
that made one--made one dizzy to think of.


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