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 No, no, no!—Think not I am a coward, Inger Gyldenlöve! Might I but have time to show

I hear them now in the hall below.

He  be saved—cost what it will!

[Seizes her hand.] Oh, I knew it;—you are noble and good!

But how? Since we cannot hide him

Ah, I have it! I have it! The secret!

The secret?

Even so; yours and mine!

Merciful Heaven—you know it?

From first to last. And now when 'tis life or death—Where is Nils Lykke?

Fled.