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Lundestad.
Sh! We were on a false scent; it's nearer at hand.
Stensgård.
How nearer at hand?
Lundestad.
I know nothing for certain; but they talk of Madam Rundholmen
Stensgård.
What!
HEIRE.
Haven't I prophesied it! She has been too much mixed up with our friend at Stonelee
Lundestad.
He drove off this morning before daylight
Heire.
And his family is out hunting for him
Lundestad.
And the son has been doing all he knows to get his sister provided for
Stensgård.
Provided for! "To-morrow" she said; and then her anxiety about her father!
Heire.
Hee-hee! You'll see he's gone and hanged himself, sir!
Aslasken.
Has any one hanged himself?
