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 ANITRA
 * Oh, thank you; I'll get on without the soul.
 * But you asked for a sorrow-

PEER [rising].
 * Ay, curse me, I did!
 * A keen one, but short,-to last two or three days!

ANITRA
 * Anitra obeyeth the Prophet!-Farewell!

[Gives him a smart cut across the fingers, and dashes off, at a tearing gallop, back across the desert.] PEER [stands for a long time thunderstruck].
 * Well now, may I be-!

SCENE NINTH
[The same place, an hour later.] [PEER GYNT is stripping off his Turkish costume; soberly and thoughtfully, bit by bit. Last of all, he takes his little travelling-cap out of his coat-pocket, puts it on, and stands once more in European dress.] PEER GYNT [throwing the turban far away from him].
 * There lies the Turk, then, and here stand I!-
 * These heathenish doings are no sort of good.
 * It's lucky 'twas only a matter of clothes,
 * and not, as the saying goes, bred in the bo