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He knocked upon my door, and set this ring upon my finger.

And from his soul he holds you dear?

He has said so, and I believe him.

Bravely done, Elina! Ha-ha, Sir Knight, now is it my turn!

My mother—you are so strange. Ah, yes—I know—'tis my unloving ways that have angered you.

Not so, dear Elina! You are an obedient child. You have opened your door to him; you have hearkened to his soft words. I know full well what it must have cost you; for I know your hatred

But, my mother

Hush! We have played into each other's hands. What wiles did you use, my subtle daughter? I saw the love shine out of his eyes. Hold him fast now! Draw the net closer and