"Now it is open to me that I was foolish to let what happened
in the garden, that day, cause so much sadness in my heart," she sighed. "It
should have been a great joy to me that he was still safe and happy... and I
should have found some hope in it, also, for as long as he is in England there
would always be the chance that I might see him again... And perhaps, after a
long while, when he had quite forgotten how I looked as Fridtjof... if I
should be able to learn many graceful woman's ways from Elfgiva... and if he
should come upon me when I had on a very beautiful kirtle... so long as he
likes my hair..."
But even as the smile budded on her lips, she plucked it from them, trembling.
"How dare I think of such things, when already they may have driven him across
the sea! It would be quite enough if I could know that the same land is to
hold us both, if I could have the hope of seeing him again to make it seem
worth while for me to go on living. Oh, I did not dream how much I leaned on
that, until it was taken from me!" In the utter loneliness of her despair, she
crushed her face against her arm, pressing back the burning tears, and her
heart rose in a prayer to the Englishman's God, since her own no longer
answered her: "Oh, Thou God, if Thou art kind and helpful as he says, it is
easy for Thee to let him remain here where I can sometimes see him! Leave me
this one hope, and I also will believe in Thee.
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