NILS LYKKE
(hen for sig).
Hvad gør jeg med alt dette? Her er tusend veje at slå ind på. – Ifald jeg –? Nej, det var for usikkert. Men dersom –? Ah, dersom jeg –? Det skal voves! (han river brevet tvers over, krøller stykkerne sammen og gemmer dem indenfor vamsen; de øvrige papirer lægger han ind i pakken igen, stikker denne i sit bælte, rejser sig og siger:) Et ord, min unge ven!
NILS LYKKE
(to himself).
What to do with all this? A thousand paths are open to me---- Suppose I----? No, ’twere to risk too much. But if--ah, if I----? I will venture it. (Tears the letter across, crumples up the pieces, and hides them inside his doublet; puts back the other papers into the packet, which he sticks inside his belt; rises and says:) A word, my friend!
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