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Good; then come!

[Clutching desperately after her.]

Agnes!

[Hurrying towards her.]

Come back! Come back!

[In terror as she springs into the boat.]

Help, Lord!

Where does the house lie!

[Pointing].]

By the fjord, Behind yon black and jutting brink!

[The boats put out.

[Calling after them.]

Your home, your mother, Agnes! Think! O save yourself!

We are three on board!

[''The boat sails. The people crowd together on the slopes, and watch in eager suspense.''

He clears the headland!

Nay!