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money at once. This shall be yours, Anders, and you may
do with it what you like; you are sensible enough to man-
age your own affairs now ; only — my son — don’t again say
that I am only your step-mother ; for your father was very
dear to me!” The widow could not keep back her tears.
Anders rose from his seat. It was as if the ice about
his heart had at once broken up and the snow over it had
melted away. His lips trembled, and his whole frame shook
with emotion, while he said: —
“‘No, mother, you shall not sell Polle; the farmer from
the ‘Manor-house’ shall not have him; you shall keep
him, and every Sunday, if it pleases God, I will drive
you to church with him. . . . . I have done you
wrong, mother; . . . . I know now that you love
me, and I know now for what I shall live! I have not
known it before ; but now, henceforth it shall be otherwise.
- « .» You shall see it, mother! This farm I shall man-
age so that we have credit of it, and fodder enough shall
Polle have until his dying day; . . . that shall be my
business. Everything shall henceforth be different; . . .
I do not know how it is; but I feel so strange within me
since this morning. Do not be sorry any longer, mother!
God has”— He became silent and could not continue ; and
as now little Maja came to him with her flower-pot, asking
him to smell it, he took her and the flower-pot in his arms,
and kissed her again and again, and cried over her and over
the paper flowers so bitterly, that little Maja, quite alarmed,
began also to cry with all her might.
“The peace of God be with you!” said a happy and
friendly voice at the door, which slowly opened, and in
stepped the young clergyman who had preached in the
matins, and who looked as if he had brought all the light
from it along with him. He had heard the sorrowing
widow in the forest cottage spoken of, and came to speak
words of comfort to her, and if possible to bring happiness
into the house of mourning.
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