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Poverty and want and hard work will perform that
mission. The paths that lead to the poor and the
sick I may tread without sin; I fear no longer the
life here in the north. But don’t make him rich,
my Lady, or I dare not remain!”
The Major’s wife raised herself in bed. “All
happiness you require for yourselves!” she cried, and
shook her clenched fist at them; “all happiness and
blessing! No, Ekeby shall belong to the cavaliers
so that it may be their ruin! Man and wife shall
be separated so that they may be ruined! A witch
am I—a sorceress am I—and I will drive you to
ruin! Such as my reputation is, so shall I be.”
She clutched the letter and flung it in Gösta’s face.
The black paper fluttered out of the envelope and
fell on the floor. Gösta recognized it only too well.
“You have sinned against me, Gösta. You have
misunderstood the woman who has been a second
mother to you. Dare you refuse to take the
punishment? You shall receive Ekeby, and that will
ruin you, for you are weak. You shall send away
your wife to her old home so that no one will have
the power to save you. You shall die with a name
as hated as my own. Margarita Celsing is believed
to be a witch. Your fame shall be that of a
spendthrift and a grinder of the poor.”
She sank back upon her cushions, and all was
quiet in the room. In the silence there fell the dull
thud of a heavy stroke; then another and another.
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