"Listen--and hear how
He delivered mine enemy into my hands. I watched her always--I followed
her many and many a time, though she never saw me. I knew her favorite
path across the mountains,--it led past a rocky chasm. On the edge of
that chasm there was a broad, flat stone, and there she would sit often,
reading, or watching the fishing-boats on the Fjord, and listening to
the prattle of her child. I used to dream of that stone, and wonder if I
could loosen it! It was strongly imbedded in the earth--but each day I
went to it--each day I moved it! Little by little I worked--till a mere
touch would have set it hurling downwards,--yet it looked as firm as
ever." Gueldmar uttered a fierce ejaculation of anguish--he put one hand
to his throat as though he were stifling. Lovisa, watching him, smiled
vindictively, and continued--
"When I had done all I could do, I lay in wait for her, hoping and
praying--my hour came at last! It was a bright sunny morning--a little
bird had been twittering above the very place--as it flew away, _she_
approached--a book was in her hand,--her child followed her at some
little distance off.
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