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happened later. We lived at Sjö, here near the lake, the
Major and I; but he was not as rich as people had
said, and I had many hard days.
“And then Altringer came back, and he was a
wealthy man. He was Lord of Ekeby, the boundaries
of which joined Sjö, and he was soon the
owner of seven foundries on the banks of the
Löfven. He was clever and capable, a splendid man in
every way.
“He helped us in our poverty: we drove in his
carriage; he sent food to our kitchen and wine to
our cellar. He filled my life with pleasures and
amusements.
“The Major went to the wars, but little we
cared. I was guest at Ekeby one day, and he came
to Sjö the next. Oh, life in those days was one long
dance of pleasure along the shores of Löfven Lake!
But presently people began to talk about us. If
Margarita Celsing had lived, it would have hurt
her, but it was nothing to me. Yet I did n’t understand
the reason why I felt nothing,—that it was
because I was already dead.
“And tales of me were told to my father and
mother, as they worked among their mines in the
Älfdal forest. My mother lost no time in considering
what she would do; she started off at once to
speak to me.
“One day, when the Major was away, and
Altringer and some others were dining with me, she
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