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 Wangel. [Recoils a step.] What do you!

Ellida.

[Whispers, trembling.] The child had the strange man's eyes.

Wangel.

[Cries out involuntarily.] Ellida!

Ellida.

[Clasps her hands over her head in despair.] Now you can surely understand why I never will,—never dare live with you as your wife!

[She turns hastily and rushes down the hill to the right.

Wangel.

[Hastens after her and calls.] Ellida! Ellida! My poor unhappy Ellida