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 Out and in, and it's just as strait. [Stops. No!—like a wild, an unending lament, Is the thought: to come back, to go in, to go home. [Takes a few steps on, but stops again. Round about, said the Boyg! [Hears singing in the hut.                             Ah no; this time at least Right through, though the path may be never so strait! [''He runs towards the hut; at the same moment appears in the doorway, dressed for church, with a psalm-book wrapped in a kerchief, and a staff in her hand. She stands there erect and mild.''

[Flings himself down on the threshold.]  Hast thou doom for a sinner, then speak it forth! He is here! He is here! Oh, to God be the praise! [Stretches out her arms as though groping for him.

Cry out all my sins and my trespasses!

In nought hast thou sinned, oh my own only boy.

[Gropes for him again, and finds him

[Behind the house.]

The sin-list, Peer Gynt?