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Then I will not go another step with you. Do you hear?—not a single step!

Ho, ho! How can you get away from me, here, on the wild mountain-side?

I will jump over the precipice yonder, if need be

And mangle and mash yourself up into dogs'-meat! A juicy morsel! [Lets go his hold.] As you please. Jump over the precipice if you want to. It's a dizzy drop. There's only one narrow footpath down it, and that's almost impassable.

[Dusts her skirt with her hand, and looks at him with angry eyes.] Well, you are a nice one to go hunting with!

Say rather, sporting.

Oh! So you call this sport, do you?

Yes, I venture to take that liberty. It is the sort of sport I like best of all.