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[In terror.]

No, no, he can't be so hard, our Lord!

Do you think he can sigh for his debt of sin?

[Eagerly.]

No, but he can ride through the air on a buck, though!

Christ, are you mad?

Why, what do you mean?

Never a deed is too great for him. You shall see, if only he lives so long

Best if you saw him on the gallows hanging.

[Shrieks.]

Oh, cross of Christ!

In the hangman's hands, It may be his heart would be turned to repentance.

[Bewildered.]

Oh, you'll soon talk me out of my senses! We must find him!