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(1868) [MARC] Author: Fredrika Bremer Translator: Emily Nonnen With: Charlotte Bremer
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352 SKETCHES.

they rose and fell slowly, as if lovingly murmuring, and laid
themselves to rest upon the granite bosom, which so often
had chafed and broken their surge.

Ellina contemplated the fallen leaves, the withered flow-
ers, the soft moonbeams, the charmed billows, and a feel-
ing of indescribable pain, at this moment nearly approach-
ing to despair, overpowered her. She, who was ordinarily
so calm, now wrung her hands, raised them on high, and
exclaimed, while long suppressed, bitter tears, chased each
other down her cheeks : —

“Qh, that I were a seared leaf, a withered flower! Oh,
that I might fall like them! that I might die before my
heart dies, before I become wretched and embittered !
Father in heaven! take me to your mansions, fur I have
done with earth. Gone away are my children, and my
husband loves me no longer. Youth, health, joy, love of
life, love, and faith — all are gone, gone forever !”

But before her outstretched arms had again sunk down,
other arms seized her, and a voice whispered in her ear:
“What is gone, gone forever ?”

It was Axel’s voice, but Ellina was too agitated to be

able to make any answer. She turned her face away from
him and wept, only wept, while he still was holding her in
his arms. When she seemed to be a little more composed,
he said: “ Come, go with me to our resting-place on ‘ chat-
island.’ The night is fine, and I have something to say to
you.”
Ellina followed him down some steps into the little
green-painted gondola, the boys’ boat, the “ North Star,”
which now, impelled by Axel’s powerful stroke of the oars,
flew swiftly across the calm waters.

They sat both silent —Ellina with downcast, tearful
eyes ; she felt that Axel’s glance was resting upon her, and
her heart beat in uneasy expectation. It was not long be-
fore they arrived at a small rocky islet, higher than the
others with which the coast was dotted. A high granite

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