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to go through the first twenty-five years of your life that you
are glad they are over.”
“And now?”
“Now....”
“Yes; do you know exactly what you want to attain during
the next year — what use you are going to make of it? Life
seems to me so overwhelmingly rich in possibilities that even
you, with all your strength, cannot avail yourself of them.
Does it ever occur to you, and does it make you sad, Jenny?”
She only smiled in answer, and looked down. She threw the
end of her cigarette on the ground and put her foot on it; her
white ankle showed through the thin black stocking. She
followed with her eyes a pack of sheep running down the opposite
slope.
“We are forgetting the coffee, Mr. Gram — I am sure they
are waiting for us.”
They returned to the osteria in silence; on the slope, which
stretched right down to where they had been lunching, they
noticed that Ahlin was lying forward over the table, his head
on his arms. Francesca in her bright green gown bent over
him, her arms round his neck, trying to lift his head.
“Oh, don’t, Lennart! Don’t cry. I will love you. I will
marry you — do you hear? — but you must not cry like that.
I will marry you, and I think I can be fond of you, only don’t
be so miserable.”
Ahlin sobbed: “No, no — not if you don’t love me, Cesca;
I don’t want you to....”
Jenny turned and went back along the slope. Gram noticed
that she flushed a deep red down to her neck. A path took
them down by the other side of the house into the orchard.
Heggen and Miss Palm were chasing each other round the little
fountain, splashing each other with water. Miss Palm shrieked
with laughter. Helge saw the colour again mount to Jenny’s
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