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And Gösta went back to the cavaliers, and would
not lift a finger to help Margarita Samzelius.
Oh! if she had not placed the cavaliers at a
separate table in the chimney-corner, for the thoughts
of last night are astir in their hearts, and their faces
burn with anger hardly less than the Major’s!
Mercilessly they stand aloof during her pleading.
Everything they saw emphasized the facts they had learned
last night.
“One can see she did not get her contract re-
newed,” muttered one of them. “Go to hell, you
witch!” screamed another. “We ought by right to
turn you out.”
“You scoundrels!” shouted weak old Uncle
Eberhard to the cavaliers; “don’t you understand it
was Sintram?”
“Of course we know,” answered Julius, “but what
of that? Can’t it be true in spite of that? Doesn’t
he do the work of the Evil One? Don’t they
understand one another well?”
“You go, Eberhard, you go and help her—you
don’t believe in hell,” they cried, mockingly.
And Gösta Berling stood motionless, without
word or movement.
No—out of that screaming, threatening,
muttering crowd of cavaliers she could get no help.
She turned again to the door, and lifted her
clasped hands to her eyes.
“May you be denied as I am denied!” she cried,
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