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Brand.
Trembled! At what!
Agnes.
For Alf.
Brand.
For Alf?
Agnes.
And so have you!
Brand.
At times. But no, God takes him not!
God's merciful! My child shall grow
To be a strong man yet, I know.
Where is he now?
Agnes.
He's sleeping.
Brand.
[Looks in through the door.]
See;
Of pain and grief he dreams not, he;
The little hand is plump and round
Agnes.
Yet pale.
Brand.
But that will pass.
Agnes.
How deep,
Restful and quickening is his sleep.
Brand.
God bless thee; in thy sleep grow sound!
[Shuts the door.]
