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Hurrah! Such a witness doesn't grow on the trees.

My Lord Prince, too, has grizzled a bit since we met.

My dear father-in-law, the years gnaw and wear one.— Well well, a truce to all private affairs,— And pray, above all things, no family jars. I was then a sad madcap

Oh yes; oh yes;— His Highness was young; and what won't one do then? But his Highness was wise in rejecting his bride. He saved himself thereby both worry and shame, For since then she's utterly gone to the bad

Indeed!

She has led a deplorable life; And, just think,—she and Trond are now living together.

Which Trond?

Of the Valfjeld.

It's he? Aha; It was he I cut out with the sæter-girls.