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“Elizabeth has slept so late this morning, and
has not heard that men have been sent all round the
lake to seek Herr Berling. He has not returned to
Ekeby, and they fear he has been drowned. The ice
on the lake broke up this morning. Look! the storm
has split it up into a thousand pieces.”
Countess Elizabeth looked out.—the lake was
almost clear.
Then she bewailed herself. She had thought to
escape God’s justice; she had lied and dissembled,
and had covered herself with the white mantle of
innocence.
In wildest despair she threw herself down before
her husband, and her confession poured over her lips.
“Judge me and cast me out! I have loved him
never doubt that I have loved him! I tear my hair
for the sorrow of it. I do not care for anything now
he is dead. I don’t care to defend myself. You may
know all the truth. I have taken the love of my
heart from my husband and given it to a stranger.
Oh, wicked woman that I am! I am one of those
who have been tempted by forbidden love."”
Youthful, despairing—lying there at the feet of
your judges, tell them all!
Welcome martyrdom, welcome disgrace! How
you will bring the lightning of heaven over your fair
young head!
Tell your husband how terrified you were when
love, powerful and irresistible, came over you—
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