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 lieve in. For my pride is my life; and well might I have been proud, had you remained what once you were.

And what proves to you that I have not? Elina—how know you so surely that you are not doing your mother wrong?

[Vehemently.] Oh, that I were!

Peace! You have no right to call your mother to account.—With a single word I could; but 'twould be an ill word for you to hear; you must await what time shall bring; may be that

[Turns to go.] Sleep well, my mother!

[Hesitates.] Nay—stay with me; I have still somewhat Come nearer;—you must hear me, Elina!

I hear you.

For as silent as you are, I know well that you often long to be gone from here. Östråt is too lonely and lifeless for you.