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 closer about him; and then—Ah, Elina, if we could but rend asunder his perjured heart within his breast!

Woe is me—what is it you say?

Let not your courage fail you. Hearken to me. I know a word that will keep you firm. Know then— [Listening.] They are fighting before the gate. Courage! Now comes the pinch! [Turns again to ] Know then: Nils Lykke was the man that brought your sister to her grave.

[With a shriek.] Lucia!

He it was, as truly as there is an Avenger above us!

Then Heaven be with me!

[Appalled.] Elina?!

I am his bride in the sight of God.

Unhappy child,—what have you done?