Karl Gjellerup,
Minna — BOOK IV
“ Oh, I have not the heart to wish it, and still perhaps it would have been better for all of us! But instead he comes here, as if his life and happiness depended on my decision—mine! Poor me! That so much love should be able to be a curse for one—love which, otherwise, is the greatest blessing." She turned away, struggling to repress her tears. "Dearest Minna," I began, laying my hand on her trembling shoulder, "you are right, I could have foreseen all this, and I ought to have. I now think that your feeling towards me is rather an enthusiastic friendship than a real love." ”
