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[To, offering him drink.]  Since you are here, you'd best take a pull at the liquor. [Looking fixedly after the new-comers.]  Thanks; I'm for dancing; I am not athirst. [''The goes away from him. gazes towards the house and laughs.''

How fair! Did ever you see the like! Looked down at her shoes and her snow-white apron—! And then she held on to her mother's skirt-folds, And carried a psalm-book wrapped up in a kerchief—! I must look at that girl.

[Going into the house.    [Coming out of the house, with several others.]                             Are you off so soon, Peer, From the dance? No, no. Then you're heading amiss! [Takes hold of his shoulder to turn him round.

Let me pass!

I believe you're afraid of the smith.