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 [to herself]. Who would have fancied Svanhild was so sly? [Vivaciously to  But no—I can't think. Put it to the test. Now, on the spot? Yes, and decisively! [giving him her hand]. God's blessing with you! [gravely]. Thanks, it may bestead. [Comes to the front.

[looking back as she goes towards the house]. Whichever way it goes, my child is sped. [Goes in.

[approaching ].

It's late, I think?

Ten minutes and I go.