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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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sunlight over the lake. Steel-blue dragon-flies made bright
streaks through the air, and the darting pike drew swift
wavy lines over the surface of the water. Hens were
cackling in the farm-yard beyond the brushwood, and from the
other side of the lake came a note of wood-doves cooing
under the domes of the beech-trees in Dyrehaven.

They slackened their speed and rode out into the water
to let their horses dabble their dusty hoofs and quench their
thirst. Marie had stopped a little farther out than Ulrik
Frederik, and sat with reins hanging in order to let her mare
lower its head freely. She was tearing the leaves from a
long branch in her hand, and sent them fluttering down
over the water, which was beginning to stir in soft ripples.

“I think we may get a thunder-storm,” she said, her eyes
following the course of a light wind that went whirling
over the lake, raising round, dark, roughened spots on the
surface.

“Perhaps we had better turn back,” suggested Ulrik
Frederik.

“Not for gold!” she answered and suddenly drove her
mare to the shore. They walked their horses round the
lake to the road and entered the tall woods.

“I would I knew,” said Marie, when she felt the cool
air of the forest fan her cheeks and drew in its freshness in
long, deep breaths. “I would I knew—” She got no
further, but stopped and looked up into the green vault with
shining eyes.

“What wouldst thou know, dear heart?”

“I’m thinking there’s something in the forest air that
makes sensible folks mad. Many’s the time I have been
walking in Bigum woods, when I would keep on running
and running, till I got into the very thickest of it. I’d be

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