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[Pointing.]                                  What's that shining yonder? Only light from a hut. And that wailing sound? But a woman singing. Ay, there—there I'll find The list of my sins    [Seizing him.]                           Set your house in order! [''They have come out of the underwood, and are standing near the hut. Day is dawning.''

Set my house in order? It's there! Away. Get you gone! Though your ladle were huge as a coffin, It were too small, I tell you, for me and my sins

Well, to the third cross-road, Peer; but then.

[Turns aside and goes.

[Approaches the hut.]

Forward and back, and it's just as far.