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You must know that she, whose white face shone
upon him through the half-darkness, was ever the
highest and purest he knew in life, the loveliest
soul that had put on earthly form; so, when he
again experienced the blessing of her presence, he
could have cast himself on his knees and thanked
her for letting him see her again, but he was so
overpowered with feeling that he could neither say
nor do anything.
“Dear Countess Elizabeth,” he only cried.
“Good evening, Gösta.”
She gave him her hand, which had again grown
soft and transparent. She lay silent, while he fought
with his emotion.
She was not shaken by any stormy rush of feeling
when she saw Gösta Berling. It only surprised
her that he seemed to attach the greatest importance
to her, when he ought to understand that it was all
for the baby’s sake, the baby who must have a
father.
“Gösta,” she said quietly, “you must help me
now, as you promised once. You know my husband
has deserted me, and my baby has no father.”
“Yes, Countess, but there must be a way of
changing all that. Now there is a child, it will be
possible to compel the Count to legalize the marriage.
You may be sure I shall do all I can to help you.”
She smiled. “Do you think I will force myself
upon Count Dohna?”
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