The Merchant of Berlin - An Historical Novel by L. (Luise) Mühlbach
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father seeing you," sighed she; "but when, my beloved, when shall we
see each other again?" He looked at her a long time with a steady, piercing glance. He then exclaimed, almost rudely: "You have sworn me love and constancy till death. Do you remember it?" "I remember it, and never will I be faithless to my vow," whispered she, smiling through her tears. "You swore to me never to belong to any one but me. Have you forgotten that?" "No, I have not." "Well, then," said he, rising, "we shall soon see each other again." "When, Feodor, when?" "When Berlin is in our hands," said he, smiling proudly; "when we enter your gates as conquerors." She shuddered painfully. He saw it, and a hateful, mocking expression passed across his features; but this lasted only a moment, and his changeable countenance appeared again bright and loving. He took Elise's hand and pressed it to his lips. "Will you, even at such a time, allow me to see you? Will you, faithful to your vow, remember that my Elise has sworn by God and her love never to turn a deaf ear to my call? Will you expect me?" asked |
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