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Rebecca.
I shall never come back again.
Madam Helseth.
Never! Dear Lord, what will things be like at Rosmersholm when you're gone, Miss? And the poor Pastor was just beginning to be so happy and comfortable.
Rebecca.
Yes, but I have taken fright to-day, Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
Taken fright! Dear, dear! how was that?
Rebecca.
I thought I saw something like a glimpse of white horses.
Madam Helseth.
White horses! In broad daylight!
Rebecca.
Oh, they are abroad early and late—the white horses of Rosmersholm. [With a change of tone.] Well,—about the trunk, Madam Helseth.
Madam Helseth.
Yes, yes. The trunk. [Both go out to the right.
