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Ah, poor boy; Hegstad way is barred to wooers!

How is that?

Ah, woe is me! Lost the moment, lost the luck

Peer.

Speak!

[Sobbing.]         While in the Wester-hills You in air were riding reindeer, Here Mads Moen's won the girl! What! That women's-bugbear! He   Ay, she's taking him for husband. Wait you here till I have harnessed Horse and waggon     [Going.

Spare your pains, They are to be wed to-morrow

Pooh; this evening I'll be there!