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[As if awaking.] The mound? Is it—ay, ay   Now speak to him, Dagny. [Approaching.] Father, it is cold out here; the storm is rising with the night. Nay, never heed it; the mound is close-heaped and crannyless; they lie warm in there. Ay, but thou   I? I am not cold. Nought hast thou eaten to-day; wilt thou not go in? The supper-board stands ready. Let the supper-board stand; I have no hunger. But to sit here so still—trust me, thou wilt take hurt of it; thou art ever wont to be stirring. May be so; there is somewhat that crushes my breast; I cannot draw breath. [''He again hides his face in his hands. A pause. seats herself beside him.''