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Ulfheim.
I have a castle to offer you
Maia.
[Pointing to the hut.] A fellow to that one?
Ulfheim.
It has not fallen to ruin yet.
Maia.
And all the glory of the world, perhaps?
Ulfheim.
A castle, I tell you
Maia.
Thanks! I have had enough of castles.
Ulfheim.
—with splendid hunting-grounds stretching for miles around it.
Maia.
Are there works of art too in this castle?
Ulfheim.
[Slowly.] Well, no—it's true there are no works of art; but
Maia.
[Relieved.] Ah! that's one good thing, at any rate!
