There is the door.

Another word, and I can restrain myself no longer." Ruth had clung firmly to the smith, and motioned Ulrich to go.

The Eletto groaned aloud, struck his forehead with his clenched fist, and rushed into the open air.
As soon as Adam was alone with Ruth she caught his hand, exclaiming beseechingly: "Father, father, he is your own son! Love your enemies, the Saviour commanded; and you...." "And I hate him," said the smith, curtly and resolutely.

"Did he hurt you ?" "Your hate hurts me ten times as much! You judge without examining; yes, father, you do! When he assaulted me, he was in the right.

He thought I had insulted his mother." Adam shrugged his shoulders, and she continued "The poor woman is dead.
Ulrich brought you yonder ring; she never parted with it." The armorer started, seized the golden hoop, looked for the date inside, and when he had found it, clasped the ring in his hands and pressed them silently to his temples.