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Peer.
[Stopping.]
It is true—each blessed word!
Åse.
[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.[1]
Åse.
[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
Åse.
[As before.]
Doubtless, yes!
Peer.
Breathlessly I stood and listened,
- ↑ Pronounce Yendeen.
