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fectly silent. I heard nobody either in the
brewery or ont in the court or up in the kitchen.
And all at once terror overwhelmed me,—
terror at being shut up in that small place. It
was as if I were in a grave. So I screamed,
and banged on the lid, and kicked. Then I
listened again. Not a sound was to be heard.
It was hot as fire in the meal ehest. My
face bumed. How I screamed!
“Help me! I’m in the meal chest! help!
oh, help! ”
No, not a sound. What in the world would
happen to me? I could scarcely get my
breath—no—I knew I couldn’t breathe any
more. Yet again I shrieked. I cannot
understand why nobody heard me. My breathing
was short and difficult. No, I could not hold
out—I surelv could not breathe any more.
“ Oh, Mother! Mother! Help me! ”
Then I heard some one in the court and then
footsteps in the brewery. I screamed again.
Some one opened the door to the wine cellar
and I heard Maren’s voice.
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