作者：Fredrika Bremer 字数：6.5万字

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1844 Excerpt: ..." it is he who is this disturber of peace! I have suspected it long; and now, Flora, novT I will know what right, what ground he has for doing so. This hour must end our connexion, or cement it for ever. I have more than once besought for your full confidence--to-day, I must demand it." " You shall know all," exclaimed Flora, with determination--" and you shall be my judge. But, O Thorsten! remember that even God's highest judgment is--mercy!" Lennartson made no reply; he sate grave and dark, and seemed to wait for Flora's confession. " Well, then," replied she, whilst she seemed powerfully to compel herself, " all then may be said. This St. Orme, when he was in Stockholm five years ago, paid his homage to me, and acquired--a certain power over me. His bold confidence, his talents, his powers of mind, which I then regarded as quite extraordinary, made an impression upon me. I fancied that I lored him. He misused my blindness, my inexperience, in order to seduce me into an exchange of letters, and the promise of eternal love and the like. St. Orme however troubled himself but little in the fulfilment of the promises which he made to me. I was at that time poor; and he left me for a journey to Paris, whence for a long time I heard nothing of him. In the mean time I became acquainted with you, Lennartsun, and learned what real love is. I regarded myself as forgotten by St. Orme, and forgot also him and my childish, foolish promises. Ah! I forgot the whole world, when you, Lennartson, offered me your heart, and life dawned for me in new beauty. But I was now rich, and St. Orme came again and asserted liis old pretensions. He had forgotten Flora, but he called to mind the heiress.

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