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They sounded like funeral bells.

[With a dry suppressed laugh.] Oho—it is not for me they are ringing to-night!

No, but for me—and for him who has gone from me.

[Nodding thoughtfully.] Who knows if, after all, they may not be ringing in life and happiness for him, Gunhild.

[With sudden animation, looking hard at her.] Life and happiness, you say!

For a little while at any rate.

Could you endure to let him know life and happiness, with her?

[With warmth and feeling.] Indeed I could, with all my heart and soul!

[Coldly.] Then you must be richer than I am in the power of love.