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Like flint.

Good! we'll see, then, who's the winner!

[Goes downwards.    [Stands silent a moment, then cries:]   Devil take all recollections! Devil take the tribe of women! [Turning her head, and calling mockingly upwards:]  All but one! Yes, all but one. [They go their several ways.  SCENE SECOND. ''Near a mountain tarn; the ground is soft and marshy round about. A storm is gathering.''

'' enters, calling and gazing around her despairingly, in every direction. has difficulty in keeping up with her. and, with , are some way behind.''

[Tossing about her arms, and tearing her hair.]

All things are against me with wrathful might! Heaven, and the waters, and the grisly mountains! Fog-scuds from heaven roll down to bewilder him