“Yes you are sold to the Baron, and you must be
off at once. Your price is paid—fifty crowns of the
white silver and as much of the yellow gold.”
II.
She had not gone far from the hamlet
when she heard the ringing of the bells; whereat
she wept.
“Adieu Saint Ann! Adieu, bells of my fatherland;
Bells of my village church, adieu!”
III.