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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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prepare each other a pit of hell, whereas we might have
an Eden of delight. Come, whatever you desire, it shall be
yours. Would you dance in silks as thick as chamlet, would
you have pearls in strings as long as your hair, you shall
have them, and rings, and tissue of gold in whole webs,
and plumes, and precious stones, whatever you will—nothing
is too good to be worn by you.”

He tried to put his arm around her waist, but she caught
his wrist and held him away from her.

“Ulrik Frederik,” she said, “let me tell you something.
If you could wrap your love in ermine and marten, if you
could clothe it in sable and crown it with gold, ay, give it
shoes of purest diamond, I would cast it away from me like
filth and dung, for I hold it less than the ground I tread
with my feet. There’s no drop of my blood that’s fond of
you, no fibre of my flesh that doesn’t cry out upon you.
Do you hear? There’s no corner of my soul where you’re
not called names. Understand me aright! If I could free
your body from the pangs of mortal disease and your soul
from the fires of hell by being as yours, I would not do it.”

“Yes, you would, woman, so don’t deny it!”

“No, and no, and more than no!”

“Then begone! Out of my sight in the accursed name
of hell!”

He was white as the wall and shook in every limb. His
voice sounded hoarse and strange, and he beat the air like
a madman.

“Take your foot from my path! Take your—take your—take
your foot from my path, or I’ll split your skull! My
blood’s lusting to kill, and I’m seeing red. Begone—out
of the land and dominion of Norway, and hell-fire go with
you! Begone—”

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