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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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would strangle you with her jealousy. She would suspect
your every look, nay the innermost thoughts of your heart.
She would know how much you had given up for her sake,
and therefore she would strive the more to have her love
be all in all to you. Trust me, she would encompass you
with her idolatrous love as with a cage of iron, and if she
perceived that you longed to quit it for a single instant, she
would grieve day and night and embitter your life with her
despondent sorrow.”

She rose and held out her hand. “Farewell, Ulrik
Frederik! Our parting is bitter as death, but after many years,
when I am a faded old maid, or the middle-aged wife of an
aged man, you will know that Sofie Urne was right. May
God the Father keep thee! Do you remember the Spanish
romance book where it tells of a certain vine of India
which winds itself about a tree for support, and goes on
encircling it, long after the tree is dead and withered, until
at last it holds the tree that else would fall? Trust me, Ulrik
Frederik, in the same manner my soul will be sustained
and held up by your love, long after your sentiment shall
be withered and vanished.”

She looked straight into his eyes and turned to go, but
he held her hand fast.

“Would you make me raving mad? Then hear me! Now
I know that thou lovest me, no power on earth can part
us! Does nothing tell thee that ’t is folly to speak of what
thou wouldst or what I would?—when my blood is drunk
with thee and I am bereft of all power over myself! I am
possessed with thee,and if thou turnest awaythy heart from
me in this very hour, thou shouldst yet be mine, in spite
of thee, in spite of me! I love thee with a love like hatred—I
think nothing of thy happiness. Thy weal or woe is

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