OLAF SKAKTAVL
(ryster hendes hånd).
Tak for hvad I der siger mig! Jeg vilde så nødig tro ilde om eder. – Men hvad forehavendet med ridderen angår, så tykkes det mig, at I frister et voveligt spil. Dersom I nu forregned eder? Dersom eders datter –? Thi der siges jo, at ingen kvinde mægter stå sig imod denne snigende djævel.
OLAF SKAKTAVL
(shakes her by the hand).
Thanks for those words! I am loath indeed to think evil of you.--Yet, touching your design towards this knight, methinks ’tis a dangerous game you would play. What if you had misreckoned? What if your daughter----? ’Tis said no woman can stand against this subtle devil.
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