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We'll scatter around on this side of our sæter.

[He and his wife go on ahead.    [To .]   Say on; tell me more. [Drying her eyes.]                        Of my son, you mean? Yes;— Tell everything! [Smiles and tosses her head.]                   Everything?—Soon you'd be tired! Sooner by far will you tire of the telling Than I of the hearing. SCENE THIRD. ''Low, treeless heights, close under the mountain moor-*lands; peaks in the distance. The shadows are long; it is late in the day.''

 comes running at full speed, and stops short on the hillside.

The parish is all at my heels in a pack!