Then MRS. HELSETH opens the door on the right.)
Mrs. Helseth. The carriage, miss, is--. (Looks round the room.)
Not here? Out together at this time of night? Well, well--I must
say--! Hm! (Goes out into the hall, looks round and comes in
again.) Not sitting on the bench--ah, well! (Goes to the window
and looks out.) Good heavens! What is that white thing--! As I am
a living soul, they are both out on the foot-bridge! God forgive
the sinful creatures--if they are not in each other's arms! (Gives
a wild scream.) Ah!--they are over--both of them! Over into the
mill-race! Help! help! (Her knees tremble, she holds on shakily
to the back of a chair and can scarcely get her words out.) No.
No help here. The dead woman has taken them.
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