FALK
(går efter en kort, tankefuld stilhed over til lysthuset og siger hen for sig):
Der lyste visshed ud af hendes blikke.
Mon jeg skal tro, som hun det tror så trygt,
at himlen vil –
FALK
[after a pause of reflection goes over to the summer-house, then to himself].
With fullest confidence her glances lightened.
Shall I believe, as she does so securely,
That Heaven intends--
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