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And let the gate be open to whoever shall knock.

But?

The gate open!

The gate open.

[To, who has already reached the door on the left.] Stay here!Elina—my child—I have something to say to you alone.

I hear you.

Elinayou think evil of your mother.

I think, to my sorrow, what your deeds have forced me to think.

And you answer as your bitter spirit bids you.

Who has filled my spirit with bitterness? From my childhood I had been wont to look up to you as a great and high-souled woman. 'Twas