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LOTH
[_Getting up._] One ought to take a walk. The morning is magnificent.
[_The clatter of wooden shoes is heard. Some one is rapidly coming
down the stairs that lead from the stable loft. It is GUSTE._
GUSTE
[_A rather stout maid-servant. Her neck is bare, as are her arms and legs
below the knee. Her naked feet are stuck in wooden shoes. She carries a
burning lantern._] Good morning father Beipst!
[_BEIPST growls._]
GUSTE
[_Shading her eyes with her hand looks after LOTH through the gate._]
What kind of a feller is that?
BEIPST
[_Embittered._] He can make fools o' beggars ... He can lie like a parson
... Jus' let him tell you his stories. [_He gets up._] Get the
wheelbarrows ready, girl!
GUSTE
[_Who has been washing her legs at the well gets through before
disappearing into the cow stable._] Right away, father Beipst.
LOTH
[_Returns and gives BEIPST a tip._] There's something for you. A man can
always use that.
BEIPST
[_Thawing at once, quite changed and with sincere companionableness._]
Yes, yes, you're right there, and I thank ye kindly.--I suppose you're
the company of the son-in-law over there? [_Suddenly very voluble.
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