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I? Now?

Yes, at once!

But how far?

As far as ever I can.

Oh, but think what you are doing! Out in this raw, cold winter night

[Speaking very hoarsely.] Oho—my lady is concerned about her health? Yes, yes—I know it is delicate. It is your health I am concerned about. Hohoho! A dead man's health! I can't help laughing at you, Ella! [He moves onwards.

[Following him: holding him back.] What did you call yourself?

A dead man, I said. Don't you remember, Gunhild told me to lie quiet where I was?