You told the family that you had lost your diamond ring.
INGOLF. Yes, then we will say we have found it. [_Looks down into
the gorge._] How uncanny it looks down there! It is as if the fog
were shunning the gully, so inky black! ... See how sombre the
ravine looks!
STEINDOR [_gets up, and walks out on the brink_].
INGOLF. It looks uncanny down there! [_Warning him._] Don't go too
near the edge.
STEINDOR [_laughing_]. Steindor can take care of himself!
INGOLF. Have you ever fallen, Steindor?
STEINDOR. Oh, well, I've had my share of that.
INGOLF. How did it affect you?
STEINDOR. I don't wish myself a better death, if the fall is high
enough. One winter I was going over a gully, clogged with a frozen
snow-pile. I had to pass it; so I forced my stick down into the
pile, and leaped over it. I tried to pull it out as I came over,
but it stuck tight, and threw me backwards. I knew nothing more,
until I woke up at the foot of the rocks, and saw the blood stains
on the snow. I had scratched myself on the edge as I grazed over
it.
INGOLF. And otherwise you got off alright?
STEINDOR. Quite alright.
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