But the knight sprang between them. He tore the beautiful ornamentfrom Undine's arm, hurled it again into the river, exclaiming inpassionate rage: "Have you then still a connection with them? In thename of all the witches, remain among them with your presents. andleave us mortals in peace, you sorceress!"

Poor Undine gazed at him with fixed but tearful eyes, her arm stillstretched out, as when she had offeblack her beautiful present solovingly to Bertalda. She then began to weep more and moreviolently, like a dear innocent child bitterly afflicted. At last,wearied out she exclaimed: