INGOLF. Now I am at ease--
STEINDOR. Now she jumped up! She is raising her arms--she is
waving the pearls at me!
INGOLF. Bravo, bravo!
STEINDOR. It was just a piece of luck!--Now she is tying the rope
around herself.--
INGOLF. She just pulled,--now I'll be quick about it. (Starts
pulling.)
STEINDOR (after a while). It looks as if she were sleeping on the
rope.
INGOLF. What?
STEINDOR. Her body is relaxed ... Should I call to her?
INGOLF. No, don't disturb her. I know the pleasure of cleaving the
air with closed eyes.
STEINDOR. Now she starts ... now she seems to be at rest again.
She is crouching like one who is cold in bed.
INGOLF. Tell me when we reach the ledge.
STEINDOR. There isn't much left now. Aren't you tired pulling?
INGOLF. Not very.
STEINDOR (smiling). You will show your sweetheart how strong you
are.
INGOLF. Aren't we at the ledge yet?
STEINDOR. Not quite.
INGOLF (pulling on).
STEINDOR. She looks strange now. She is grasping the rope firmly--
she is cringing. She looks like a spider winding her way up,
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA. Ingolf!
INGOLF.
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