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Him will I never forgive! I, even if I would; for I have sworn so dear an oath

Hush! Can you hear?

What? Where?

Without; far off. The noise of many horsemen on the high-road.

Ah, 'tis ! And I had forgotten—! They are coming hither. Then is the danger great! I must begone!

But whither? Oh, Nils Lykke, what are you hiding?

Tomorrow, Elina—; for as God lives, I will return tomorrow.—Quickly now—where is the secret passage whereof you told me?

Through the grave-vault. See,—here is the trap-door

The grave-vault! [To himself.] No matter, he  be saved!