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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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of working quietly and secretly; not a sound have I heard
from your bobbins in all the time I’ve been here.”

“No,” replied Marie, who understood him perfectly;
“when I saw you, Lord Gyldenlöve,”—she shoved the
heavy lace-maker’s cushion along the window-sill,—“it
came to my mind that in times like these ’t were more
fitting to think of lint and bandages than of laced caps.”

“Faith, I know that caps are as becoming in war-times
as any other day,” he said, looking at her.

“But who would give them a thought in seasons like
the present!”

“Many,” answered Ulrik Christian, who began to be
amused at her seriousness, “and I for one.”

“I understand,” said Marie, looking up at him gravely;
“’t is but a child you are addressing.” She courtesied
ceremoniously and reached for her work.

“Stay, my little maid!”

“I pray you, let me no longer incommode you!”

“Hark’ee!” He seized her wrists in a hard grip and
drew her to him across the little table. “By God, you’re
a thorny person, but,” he whispered, “if one has greeted me
with a look such as yours a moment ago, I will not have her
bid me so poor a farewell—I will not have it! There—now
kiss me!”

Her eyes full of tears, Marie pressed her trembling lips
against his. He dropped her hands, and she sank down over
the table, her head in her arms. She felt quite dazed. All that
day and the next she had a dull sense of bondage, of being
no longer free. A foot seemed to press on her neck and
grind her helplessly in the dust. Yet there was no
bitterness in her heart, no defiance in her thoughts, no desire for
revenge. A strange peace had come over her soul and had

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