Olaf Gueldmar,--strong in the strength of the Lord, I dare to set foot upon your accursed threshold, and once more make my just demand.

Give me back the child of my dead daughter!.

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restore to me the erring creature who should be the prop of my defenceless age, had not your pagan spells alienated her from me,--release her,--and bid her return with me to my desolate hearth and home.