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Updated: May 29, 2025
Elizabeth was the last in the room, putting it to rights, and when she left she took a sheet of paper and writing materials with her. She lay down on her bed; but about midnight she was sitting up by a light and disfiguring a sheet of paper with writing. It was to this effect: "Forgive me that I cannot be your wife, for my heart is given to another. Elizabeth Raklev."
He often thought of writing to her, but was so afraid of saying something which he might afterwards regret, that he kept putting it off from time to time, until at last he could restrain himself no longer. His letter ran as follows: "To much esteemed Miss Elizabeth Raklev
Salvé had been too much occupied with the damaged wheel at first to have a thought to spare for anything else; but it recurred to him very soon that when that first dark sea had broken over them so unexpectedly from leeward, he had seen for a moment the glimmer of two lights on its crest, and a world of associations was at once aroused in his mind: it seemed to the lad's romantic fancy that he was keeping an appointment with Elizabeth Raklev.
"You shall put your trust in God, and after Him, in me before all others, who careth for you in all things, and have faith in me. That is the truth from your ever-unforgetting "ELIZABETH RAKLEV. And in the spring, "ELIZABETH KRISTIANSEN." She folded the letter, and got one of Garvloit's sons to write the address; but, that it might be certain to go, she went with it herself to the post-office.
He looked at the large clumsy writing and spelt out "Forgive me that I cannot be your wife, for my heart is given to another. Elizabeth Raklev." He sat down on the bench and read it over again, while she bent over him, looking now at the writing, and now at his face. "What do you find there, Salvé?" she asked. "Why could I not be Beck's wife?"
Salvé had just deposited a coil of rope aft, and the captain, after watching his movements with evidently suppressed irritation, broke out suddenly, without preface of any kind "You, I believe, had some acquaintance with that that Elizabeth Raklev I took into my house." Salvé felt the blood rush to his heart. He seemed to know what was coming.
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