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but you. Forgive me, and don’t leave me. You are
the only one who can save me from myself.”
He pushed her aside.
“You are not speaking the truth,” he said, with
icy calm. “I don’t know what you want of me, but
I see you are lying. Why would you keep me? You
are so rich, there will always be lovers for you.”
So he left her. And as soon as he closed the door,
longing and pain made entrance in all their majesty
into Marienne’s heart. It was Love, her heart’s one
child, who came forth from the corner where the icy
eyes had hidden him. He, the longed-for one, came
now when it was too late. All-powerful, he took
possession, and longing and pain bore up his kingly
mantle.
When Marienne could with certainty say to herself
that Gösta Berling had deserted her, she experienced
a purely physical pain, so dreadful that she
nearly lost consciousness. She pressed her hands
against her heart, and sat for hours in the same
position, fighting her tearless grief. And she
suffered—she, herself, not a stranger nor an outsider. She,
herself, suffered it all. Why had her father come
and separated them? Her love had not been dead.
It was only that in the weakness subsequent to her
illness she could not feel its power.
Oh, God, oh, God, to lose him! Oh, God, to have
awakened too late! He was the only man who had
conquered her heart. She could bear all from him.
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