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“Out with you!” screamed the Major. “"Beg your
bread by the wayside, you shall have no further joy
of your riches, you shall have no dwelling in his
houses! It is the end of the Lady of Ekeby, and the
day you set your foot within my house I will kill
you!”
“You turn me out of my own home?”
“You have no home—Ekeby is mine.”
A feeling of helplessness came over her, and she
fell back to the threshold, the Major following her
closely.
“You, who have been the unhappiness of my
life, are you to have the power to treat me so?” she
wailed.
“Out—out!”
She leaned against the door-post, clasped her
hands, and hid her eyes. She was thinking of her
mother, and whispered to herself:
“May you be denied as I’ve been denied, may
the roadside be your home, and the strawstack be
your bed!” So it had come to pass—so it had
come.
It was the good old rector from Bro and the Judge
from Munkerud who came forward and tried to
calm Major Samzelius. They said he would do
wisest in letting all old stories die, let things be as they
were, forget and forgive. But he shook aside the
friendly hands from his shoulders. He was as
terrible to cross as was Kristian Bergh.
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