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[Sadly and slowly.] You are so very certain of your boy, then, Gunhild?

[With, veiled triumph.] Yes, that I am—thank Heaven. You may be sure of that!

Then I should think in reality you must be happy after all; in spite of all the rest.

So I am—so far as that goes. But then, every moment, all the rest comes rushing in upon me like a storm.

[With a change of tone.] Tell me—you may as well tell me at once—for that is really what I have come for

What?

Something I felt I must talk to you about.—Tell me—Erhart does not live out here with with—you others?

[Harshly.] Erhart cannot live out here with me. He has to live in town