The Tale of a Manor

She told him that while he had been mad he had saved her life. He had aroused her from death, she continued, and protected her. But that was not enough for her; she wished for himself.

When she kissed him he felt that a healing balm was poured into his sick soul, but he had not yet dared to believe that it was love which impelled her. But her anger and her tears left him no room for doubt. He was loved, poor monster.

. . . .

Ingrid had remained silent. She was weary after a heavy task, but she was also quiet as one who had carried it out in the best way. She knew that she had victory in her hands.

Hede at last broke silence. "I promise you that I will endure," he said.

"Thank you," she replied.

Nothing more was said just then.

Hede felt he could not tell her how he loved her. It could not be said in words, but had to be shown every day and every hour as long as life lasted.

The Tale of a Manor by Selma Lagerloff. 1923. Pages 170-172.