It was toward evening; I had to think of the
night.
Takeanother name, and never set foot on Danish soil
again. I who wasmyself bowed down with sorrow and foreboding?
Yet have I seldom let the sun go downon my anger,
neither have I borne malice toward any man. Therewe both stood, baffled in our
ardent longing. I who wasmyself bowed down with sorrow and foreboding?
May He suffer us to be governed by His wisdom and
His mercy.
Then I dare, said Morten, and I will do without
you. In such moments nothing was lackingbut the witches of Macbeth. Torso and limbs
were largeand strongly built; she looked as if she could throw a man or carry
him.
Where shall I find a Netherland brush with which to
paint this netherlyscene?
The music sounded quite distinctly; it was a fiddle
and no harp.
Yet have I seldom let the sun go downon my anger,
neither have I borne malice toward any man. No more than the binding shows of a
book.
Then I dare, said Morten, and I will do without
you. Morten then led Niels by a secluded way to the farmhouse and concealedhim there
until night.
Then, said Morten, well givethe parson a fright
that he wont recover from in a fortnight. How strange, I thought afterwards, is not
this little caravan! Now the last witnesses had just testified that they saw
thepastor carrying a sack from the woods.
The county judge continues to be ailing and is not
expected to live. She left me as unhappyas she came, but without a single unkind
word. On your account an innocent man lost his lifeat the hands of the executioner.
The musicbegan; it was a kind of reel in a quick two-quarters beat.
Niels had suffered much in foreign lands. He ceased
speaking, buried his face in his hands, and wept bitterly. I had hoped,once, to give
her in thy bosom. The music sounded quite distinctly; it was a fiddle and no
harp.
Godforgive you, Morten, he groaned, God forgive you
and me, but it wasnone of my doing. Farewell, God bless you and preserve
you.
That which made death most bitter to him was the
thought of leaving histwo children. How picture for him the noble simplicity of
thefurnishings? They are nomads, just asmuch as Kalmucks or Bedouins. Torso and
limbs were largeand strongly built; she looked as if she could throw a man or carry
him.
She left me as unhappyas she came, but without a
single unkind word. Fear not, grave reader, that I shall jar you out of the staid
andmeasured ambling of your soul! At last he roused himself, sat up, andfastened his
eyes upon me. He ceased speaking, buried his face in his hands, and wept
bitterly.
Asfor me, I was utterly astounded and full of
misgivings.
Torso and limbs were largeand strongly built; she
looked as if she could throw a man or carry him.