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Ellida.

[Breaks out.] Yes, think of it——! The decision so near! The decision for all time!

Wangel.

——and then to-morrow——

Ellida.

Yes, to-morrow! Perhaps I shall have forfeited my true future!

Wangel.

Your true——?

Ellida.

A whole, full life of freedom forfeited—forfeited for me! And perhaps—for him too.

Wangel.

[In a lower tone, seizing her by the wrist.] Ellida,—do you love this stranger?

Ellida.

Do I——? Oh how can I tell! I only know that to me he is terrible, and that——

Wangel.

——and that——?

Ellida.

[Tears herself away.]——and that I feel as though my place were with him.

Wangel.

[Bows his head.] I begin to understand.