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inspiration had touched him, and he had won the
love of his fellow-men; and when evening came, and
all his guests had departed, the blood still coursed at
fever heat through his veins. Late into the night,
he sat in his room, letting the air stream in through
the open window to cool that feverish excitement,
that restless happiness which would not let him
sleep.
Suddenly a voice broke the silence.
“Are you still awake, parson?”
And a man strode over the grass plot to the open
window.
The pastor recognized Captain Kristian Bergh,
one of his most staunch boon companions. An
adventurer without house or home was this Captain
Kristian—a giant in size and strength, as big as
Gurlita Cliff, and as stupid as a mountain gnome.
“Of course I’m awake,” he answered; “this is
no night for sleeping.”
And listen to what the Captain tells him! The
giant, too, had his ideas upon the events of the
day—he understood that the time had come when his
friend might fear to continue in the old ways. He
could never feel secure now—those clergymen from
Karlstad, who had been here once, might come
again; so he, Kristian Bergh, had laid his heavy
hand to the good work, and had so arranged
matters that they would never come again—neither
they nor the Bishop. Hereafter, he and his friend
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