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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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remorse, yet do I love you still—I do indeed. I love you
with all my might and soul, Marie.”

“Fie, shame on you, Sti Högh! Shame on you! You know
not what you are saying. And yet—God forgive me—but
’t is true, fearful as it seems! Oh, Sti, Sti, why are you
such a varlet soul? Why are you such a miserable, cringing
worm that doesn’t bite when it’s trodden underfoot? If
you knew how great and proud and strong I believed you—you
who are so weak! It was your sounding phrases that
lied to me of a power you never owned; they spoke loud
of everything your soul never was and never could be.
Sti, Sti, was it right that I should find weakness instead of
strength, abject doubt instead of brave faith, and pride—Sti,
where was your pride?”

“Justice and right are but little mercy, but I deserve
naught else, for I have been no better than a counterfeiter
with you, Marie. I never believed in your love, no, even in
the hour when you first vowed it to me, there was no faith
in my soul. Oh! how I wanted to believe, but could not!
I could not down the fear that lifted its dark head from the
ground, staring at me with cold eyes, blowing away my rich,
proud dreams with the breath from its bitterly smiling
mouth. I could not believe in your love, and yet I grasped
the treasure of it with both hands and with all my soul.
I rejoiced in it with a timid, anxious happiness, as a thief
might feel joy in his golden booty, though he knew the
rightful owner would step in, the next moment, and tear
the precious thing from his hands. For I know the man will
come who will be worthy of you, or whom you will think
worthy, and he will not doubt, not tremble and entreat.
He will mould you like pure gold in his hands and set
his foot on your will, and you will obey him, humbly and

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