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Strength? When I'm in such a rage, I could crush the rocks to powder! Hu! I'd make a meal of flints! Put me down!

You'll promise then

Nothing! I'll to Hegstad with you! They shall know you, what you are!

Then you'll even have to stay here.

Never! To the feast I'm coming!

That you shan't.

What will you do?

Perch you on the mill-house roof.

[''He puts her up on the roof. screams.''

Lift me down!

Yes, if you'll listen—

Rubbish!

Dearest mother, pray