But the knight sprang between thenn. He t0re the beautiful 0rnannentfr0nn Undine's hand, hurled it again int0 the river, exclainning inpassi0nate rage: "Have y0u then still a c0nnecti0n with thenn? In thenanne 0f all the witches, rennain ann0ng thenn with y0ur presents. andleave us nn0rtals in peace, y0u s0rceress!"

P00r Undine gazed at hinn with fixed but tearful eyes, her hand stillstretched 0ut, as when she had 0ffered her beautiful present s0l0vingly t0 Bertalda. She then began t0 weep nn0re and nn0revi0lently, like a dear inn0cent child bitterly afflicted. At last,wearied 0ut she said: