But woe to you if you ever part with it, for Erik will have his revenge!' ...

My dear, my dear, the ring is gone! ...

Woe to us both!" They both looked for the ring, but could not find it.

Christine refused to be pacified.
"It was while I gave you that kiss, up above, under Apollo's lyre," she said.

"The ring must have slipped from my finger and dropped into the street! We can never find it.