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SKETCHES. oOL
midnight ; not from the unsteady gleam of the revolving,
light, but from a mild, steady, though faint glimmer. Ellina
rose, went to the window, and drew up the blind. She saw
then that the clouds, which for many days had hung like
a heavy canopy over the sky, had been dispersed, and had
given way to the moon, which now in her first quarter,
stood with her pointed horns turned upwards, bright and
beautiful over the distant hill-tops. The gale had subsided.
Ellina opened the window. Warm, and refreshing at the
same time, the wind fanned her burning temples. The
moon’s rays fell so peacefully upon rocks and waves, on
the greensward along the shore, and on the dew-drops
hanging on the leaves of the trees. It was as if they had
whispered to her: “Come out! come out!”
Ellina threw round her a large shawl, tied a veil over
her head and stepped out. As she passed her husband’s
door she stopped involuntarily. She heard that he was still
up, and she thought: “If I were to go in and lean my head
upon his shoulder, and — I did not receive him in a loving
manner to-day. Perhaps this has given him pain. If I
were ” — “No,” said another voice within her; “he cares
little for me and he does not deserve it.” And she passed
on silently and quickly. How many ‘good feelings, how
many a moment of reconciliation does not thus pass by dis-
regarded, and time passes also, and then it is too late.
Ellina stood upon the terrace near the shore, outside
their house. It was a beautiful September night, such as
we see so frequently on the west coast of Sweden. A re-
pose had conie over Nature after the last days of stormy
weather. ‘The leaves dropped down yellow from the trees,
and the flowers upon their stalks drooped their withered
heads; but in the glittering drops which trembled in
them, glimmered the moon’s silvery beams, and they stirred
gently under the caresses of the balmy breeze. It was as
if some power of love was here busy to reconcile, to beau-
tify. Even the billows of the Cattegat seemed charmed ;
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