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A pair of ugly horns, just like yours, yes.

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Can you see the poor little horns I have?

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Yes, I seem to see them quite plainly.

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[Taking the dogs' leash out of his pocket.] Then I had better see about tying you.

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Have you gone quite mad? Would you tie me?

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If I am a demon, let me be a demon! So that's the way of it! You can see the horns, can you?

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[Soothingly.] There, there, there! Now try to behave nicely, Mr. Ulfheim. [''Breaking off.''] But what has become of that hunting-castle of yours, that you boasted so much of? You said it lay somewhere hereabouts.

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[Points with a flourish to the hut.] There you have it, before your very eyes.

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[Looks at him.] That old pig-stye!