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[Throwing a sod of grass at him.]

Lift me down this moment, Peer!

If I dared, be sure I would. [Coming nearer. Now remember, sit quite still. Do not sprawl and kick about; Do not tug and tear the shingles,— Else 'twill be the worse for you; You might topple down.

You beast

Do not kick!

I'd have you blown, Like a changeling, into space!

Mother, fie!

Bah!

Rather give your Blessing on my undertaking. Will you? Eh?

I'll thrash you soundly, Hulking fellow though you be!