Hjalmar H. Boyesen, A Perilous Incognito (1897)
“ Olga had listened with a wild, pained intentness to every word they had spoken; and from somewhere in her soul a sudden conviction had sprung up that the man she loved was Ewald, her uncle's son. There was a frankness and open honesty in his face which could never deceive. The heroic element in her nature rose turbulently and swept away all petty calculation. All aglow with noble resolution, she stepped forward, put both her hands upon the young man's shoulders, and into his eyes, said: "Are you, indeed, Ewald Nordahl?" ”
