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“See, see!” cried the dark gentleman. “He has
not noticed that he is in a fair way to be ready for
me, and yet he has been at Ekeby for seven years.
He has not noticed how far he has got.”
“Oh, nonsense, man ! Did n’t I help you to hide
yourself in the furnace over there?”
“As if that made any difference; as if I am not
as good a devil as any other. Yes, yes, Gösta Berling,
you are caught. You have become a fine specimen
under Fru Samzelius’ treatment!”
“She saved me; what am I without her?” said
Gösta.
“Of course, of course, just as if she had no
purpose in keeping you at Ekeby. You tempt many
to fall. You have great talents. Once you tried to be
independent; you let her give you a cottage, and
you became a workman and earned your own bread,
and every day she passed the cottage with a bevy of
beautiful girls in her train. Marienne Sinclaire was
with her once, and then you threw aside your apron
and spade, Gösta Berling, and became a cavalier
again.”
“The road passed that way, you rascal.”
“Yes, yes, of course, the road passed that way.
Afterwards you went to Borg to be tutor to
Henrik Dohna, and you very nearly became
Countess Märta’s son-in-law. Who was it contrived the
young Ebba Dohna should hear you were only an
outcast parson, and should say you nay? It was the
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