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[In terror, stopping him.] John Gabriel, where are you going? Out into the storm of life, I tell you. Let me go, Ella! [Holding him back.] No, no, I won't let you out! You are ill. I can see it in your face! Let me go, I tell you! [He tears himself away from her, and goes out by the hall.

[In the doorway.] Help me to hold him, Gunhild! [Coldly and sharply, standing in the middle of the room.] I will not try to hold any one in all the world. Let them go away from me—both the one and the other! As far—as far as ever they please. [Suddenly, with a piercing shriek.] Erhart, don't leave me! [She rushes with outstretched arms towards the door. stops her.