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 Ingrid! And the three, they that danced on the heights!
 * Will they too want to join us? With vixenish spite
 * will they claim to be folded, like her, to my breast,
 * to be tenderly lifted on outstretched arms?
 * Roundabout, lad; though my arms were as long
 * as the root of the fir, or the pine-tree's stem,-
 * I think even then I should hold her too near,
 * to set her down pure and untarnished again.-
 * I must roundabout here, then, as best I may,
 * and see that it bring me nor gain nor loss.
 * One must put such things from one, and try to forget.-
 * [Goes a few steps towards the hut, but stops again.]
 * Go in after this? So befouled and disgraced?
 * Go in with that troll-rabble after me still?
 * Speak, yet be silent; confess, yet conceal-?
 * [Throws away his axe.]
 * It's holy-day evening. For me to keep tryst,
 * such as now I am, would be sacrilege.

SOLVEIG [in the doorway].
 * Are you coming?

PEER [half aloud].
 * Roundabout!

SOLVEIG
 * What?

PEER
 * You must wait.
 * It is dark, and I've got something heavy to fetch.