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0For her, too, things were easier now. No anxious
despair drove her to seek another master. Her
bleeding heart had gained peace. Hate had torn it
as well as love, but she thought no more of the
suffering it had cost her. She was obliged to
confess that she was a truer, richer, better woman than
she had been before. What after all could she wish
undone of all that had happened? Was it then true
that all suffering was for the best? Could everything
be turned to happiness? She had begun to
look upon everything as good that developed her
to a higher degree of humanity. Her old songs were
wrong. Sorrow was not the only truth in life. She
would travel now and seek for some place where
she was needed. If her father had been in his old
frame of mind, he would not have allowed her
to break her engagement. Now Fru Gustafva had
arranged it. Marienne had even received permission
to give Baron Adrian the monetary help he
needed.
She could also think of him with pleasure. He
would be free. He had always reminded her in his
manner and bright gaiety of Gösta, now she would
see him gay again. He would again be the Sunshine
Knight who had come in splendor to her father’s
court. She would give him an estate where he could
plough and sow as much as his heart desired, and
she would see him lead a lovely bride to the altar
some day.
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