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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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from the day it began; for it has, God knows, brought me
naught but trouble and tribulation in brimming goblets.

Ay, it was an elevation for the worse, as you, my dearly
beloved sister, shall now hear, and as is probably known
to you in part. For it cannot fail that you must have
learned from your dear husband how, even at the time of
our dwelling in Sjælland, there was a coolness between me
and my noble lord and spouse. Now here at Aggershus,
matters have in no way mended, and he has used me so
scurvily that it is past all belief, but is what I might have looked
for in so dainty a junker. Not that I care a rush about his
filthy gallantries; it is all one to me, and he may run amuck
with the hangman’s wife, if so be his pleasure. All I ask is
that he do not come too near me with his tricks, but that
is precisely what he is now doing, and in such manner that
one might fain wonder whether he were stricken with
madness or possessed of the devil. The beginning of it was on
a day when he came to me with fair words and fine
promises and would have all be as before between us, whereas I
feel for him naught but loathing and contempt, and told him
in plain words that I held myself far too good for him. Then
hell broke loose, for wenn’s de Düvel friert, as the saying
is, macht er sein Hölle glühn, and he made it hot for me by
dragging into the castle swarms of loose women and filthy
jades and entertaining them with food and drink in
abundance, ay, with costly sweetmeats and expensive
stand-dishes as at any royal banquet. And for this my flowered
damask tablecloths, which I have gotten after our blessed
mother, and my silk bolsters with the fringes were to have
been laid out, but that did not come to pass, inasmuch as I
put them all under lock and key, and he had to go borrowing
in the town for wherewithal to deck both board and bench.

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