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 over between us—that he must never think of me again, as I meant never to think any more of him.

Wangel. And did he write again, in spite of that?

Ellida. Yes, he wrote again.

Wangel. And what was his answer to what you had said?

Ellida.

Not a word. He wrote just as if I had never broken with him. He told me quite calmly that I must wait for him. When he was ready for me he would let me know, and then I was to come to him at once.

Wangel.

Then he would not release you?

Ellida.

No. So I wrote again, almost word for word the same as before: only more strongly.

Wangel. And did he give way then?

Ellida.

Oh no, far from it. He wrote as calmly as before. Never a word about my having broken with him. Then I saw it was useless, so I wrote to him no more.

Wangel.

And did not hear from him either?