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 * It is true-each blessed word!

ASE [confronting him].
 * Don't you blush before your mother?
 * First you skulk among the mountains
 * monthlong in the busiest season,
 * stalking reindeer in the snows;
 * home you come then, torn and tattered,
 * gun amissing, likewise game;-
 * and at last, with open eyes,
 * think to get me to believe
 * all the wildest hunters'-lies!-
 * Well, where did you find the buck, then?

PEER
 * West near Gendin.

ASE [laughing scornfully].
 * Ah! Indeed!

PEER
 * Keen the blast towards me swept;
 * hidden by an alder-clump,
 * he was scraping in the snow-crust
 * after lichen-

ASE [as before].
 * Doubtless, yes!

PEER
 * Breathlessly I stood and listened,
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