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[Indignantly.] I! After all the wrong he has done me! No, thank you! Rather let the wolf go on prowling up there. This room is too hot for me. You must let me take off my things after all. Yes, I asked you to. [ takes off her hat and cloak and lays them on a chair beside the door leading to the hall.

Do you never happen to meet him, away from home?

[With a bitter laugh.] In society, do you mean?

I mean, when he goes out walking. In the woods, or

He never goes out.

Not even in the twilight?

Never.