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“You are feeling very ill,” said the Countess
softly.
“Yes, worse than ever before.”
There was silence again, then the Major’s wife
spoke in a hard, harsh tone. “It is wonderful to
remember that you, even you, Countess, whom all
love, have also been a faithless wife.”
The young woman started.
“Yes, if not in deed, still in thought, and there
is no difFerence. I, lying here, feel that it makes no
difference.”
“I know it does n’t.”
“And yet, Countess, you are happy now. You
may own the man you love without sin. No dark
shadow stånds between you when you meet. You
can belong to each other before the world, love
each other by broad daylight, and go side by side
through life.”
“Oh, dear lady!”
“How have you the courage to remain with him,
Countess?” cried the old woman with rising
excitement. “Do penance, do penance, while there is time!
Go home to your father and mother before they
come and curse you. Dare you count Gösta Berling
your husband? Leave him. I will give him Ekeby.
I will give him power and might. Dare you share
that with him? Dare you accept honor and happiness?
I dared to do it, and do you remember how
it went with me? Do you remember the Christmas
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