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Updated: May 27, 2025
As the venerable man of God was brought before me, fettered hand and foot, I felt as Pilate must have felt as they brought Christ before him. It was to me as if my beloved God grant her comfort, she lies ill in Grenaa had whispered to me, "Do nothing against that good man!" Oh, if he only were innocent, but I see no hope!
She fell on my neck and implored me, in the name of God, to help her father in his terrible need. She begged me by the memory of our mutual love to let her follow him to prison, to which I consented. I myself accompanied him to Grenaa, but with a mournful heart. None of us spoke a word on the sad journey. I parted from them in deep distress.
She fell on my neck and implored me, in the name of God, to help her father in his terrible need. She begged me by the memory of our mutual love to let her follow him to prison, to which I consented. I myself accompanied him to Grenaa, but with a mournful heart. None of us spoke a word on the sad journey. I parted from them in deep distress.
As the venerable man of God was brought before me, fettered hand and foot, I felt as Pilate must have felt as they brought Christ before him. It was to me as if my beloved God grant her comfort, she lies ill in Grenaa had whispered to me, "Do nothing against that good man!" Oh, if he only were innocent, but I see no hope!
They did as he demanded. We set out at once for Grenaa. The rector was in the wagon with the jailer and the gendarme, and I rode beside them. When the door of the cell was opened my beloved was making up her father's bed, and over a chair by the bedside hung the fatal green dressing gown. My dear betrothed greeted me with a cry of joy, as she believed that I was come to set her father free.
They did as he demanded. We set out at once for Grenaa. The rector was in the wagon with the jailer and the gendarme, and I rode beside them. When the door of the cell was opened my beloved was making up her father's bed, and over a chair by the bedside hung the fatal green dressing gown. My dear betrothed greeted me with a cry of joy, as she believed that I was come to set her father free.
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