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 the earth like to flaming steel!
 * from the earth to His dwelling
 * now the heirs' song ascendeth
 * in the tongue of the kingdom of God.

PEER [crouches as in terror].
 * Never look there! there all's desert and waste.-
 * I fear I was dead long before I died.

[Tries to slink in among the bushes, but comes upon the cross-roads.] THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Good morning, Peer Gynt! Where's the list of your sins?

PEER
 * Do you think that I haven't been whistling and shouting
 * as hard as I could?

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * And met no one at all?

PEER
 * Not a soul but a tramping photographer.

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * Well, the respite is over.

PEER
 * Ay, everything's over.
 * The owl smells the daylight. just list to the hooting!

THE BUTTON-MOULDER
 * It's the matin-bell ringing-

PEER [pointing