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 Ellida.

[Rises impetuously.] Let me leave you, Wangel!

Wangel.

Ellida! Ellida!

Ellida.

Yes, yes—you must let me! I can assure you there will be nothing else for it in the end—after the way we two came together.

Wangel.

[Controlling his emotion.] So it has come to this!

Ellida.

It had to come to this; no other end was possible.

Wangel.

[Looks sorrowfully at her.] So even in our daily life together I have not won you. You have never, never been wholly mine.

Ellida.

Oh Wangel—if only I could love you as I gladly would! As tenderly as you deserve! But I feel quite clearly—it will never be.

Wangel.

A divorce then? It is a divorce,—a formal, legal divorce,—that you want?

Ellida.

My dear, you do not understand me at all. It is not the forms that I care about. These external things seem to me to matter nothing. What I wish