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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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