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O. T. a Danish Romance by Hans Christian Andersen
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art good and wise, noble and innocent. Do not fill thy heart with
sorrow from a time which is past, and which, for thy sake, shall be
forgotten."

"But Heinrich still lives!" said Otto; "I have met with him, have
spoken with him: it was as if all presence of mind forsook me."

"When and where?" asked Rosalie.

Otto related of his walk with Wilhelm in the park, and of the
juggler, in whom he had recognized Heinrich. "I tore myself from my
friends, I wandered the whole night alone in the wood. O Rosalie, I
thought of death! I thought of death as no Christian ought to do. A
beautiful morning followed, I wandered beside the sea which I love,
and in which I have so often dived. Since that explanation of the
initials on my shoulder was suggested, that explanation which
reminded me of my unhappy birth, I have never uncovered them before
any one. O, I have rubbed thorn with a stone, until they were
bloody! The letters are gone, but still I imagine I can read them
in the deep scar--that in it I see a Cain's mark! That morning the
desire to bathe came upon me. The fresh current infused life once
more into my soul. Just then Wilhelm and several acquaintance came
down; they called to me and carried off my clothes; my blood
boiled; all my unhappiness, which this night had stirred within my
soul, again overwhelmed me: it was as though the obliterated
initials on my shoulder would reveal themselves in the scar and
betray the secret of my grief. Disgust of life seized upon me. I no
longer knew what I shouted to them, but it seemed to me as if I
must swim out into the stream and never return. I swam until it
became night before my eyes. I sank, and Wilhelm rescued me! Never
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