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 Wangel.

[Looks anxiously at her.] Ellida! I feel it—there is something behind all this.

Ellida.

All that allures is behind it.

Wangel.

All that allures?

Ellida.

That man is like the sea.

[She goes slowly and in deep thought through the garden out to the left. Wangel walks uneasily by her side, observing her intently.