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Lady Inger.

And let the gate be open to whoever shall knock.

Biörn.

But——?

Lady Inger.

The gate open!

Biörn.

The gate open.

[Goes out to the right.

Lady Inger.

[To Elina, who has already reached the door on the left.] Stay here!——Elina—my child—I have something to say to you alone.

Elina.

I hear you.

Lady Inger.

Elina——you think evil of your mother.

Elina.

I think, to my sorrow, what your deeds have forced me to think.

Lady Inger.

And you answer as your bitter spirit bids you.

Elina.

Who has filled my spirit with bitterness? From my childhood I had been wont to look up to you as a great and high-souled woman. 'Twas