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she is, and come with me! Come, Ulrik Frederik, you little
know what a burning love I feel for you, and how bitterly
I have longed and grieved! Come, pray come!”
Ulrik Frederik made no reply. He offered her his arm
and conducted her out of the garden to her coach, which
was waiting not far away. He handed her in, went to the
horses’ heads and examined the harness, changed a buckle,
and called the coachman down, under pretence of getting
him to fix the couplings. While they stood there he
whispered: “The moment you get into your seat, you are to
drive on as hard as your horses can go, and never stop
till you get home. Those are my orders, and I believe you
know me.”
The man had climbed into his seat, Ulrik Frederik caught
the side of the coach as though to jump in, the whip cracked
and fell over the horses, he sprang back, and the coach
rattled on.
Marie’s first impulse was to order the coachman to stop,
to take the reins herself, or to jump out, but then a strange
lassitude came over her, a deep unspeakable loathing, a
nauseating weariness, and she sat quite still, gazing ahead,
never heeding the reckless speed of the coach.
Ulrik Frederik was again with Karen Fiol.
When Ulrik Frederik returned to the castle that evening,he
was, in truth, a bit uneasy—not exactly worried, but with
the sense of apprehension people feel when they know there
are vexations and annoyances ahead of them that
cannot be dodged, but must somehow be gone through with.
Marie had, of course, complained to the King. The King
would give him a lecture, and he would have to listen to it
all. Marie would wrap herself in the majestic silence of
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