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582 dead Prince's curse. The effect was amazing: the Baron fell back in his chair and died on the spot."

Sigurd stopped writing. He became very serious and seemed to be thinking. Then he placed himself in the middle of the room and raised his voice in song. At first it was a bit timid and veiled; but it gradually grew in volume, finally becoming as powerful as though it were echoing back from the waves.—A contented smile passed over Sigurd's features. He drew a deep breath. He went to the writing-table again and added to his message:

"Dearest Kläre! Forgive me—everything is lovely again. I shall be with you in three days "