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perilous drive had unnerved them, and they needed
rest. It was sufficient for them all that Anna had
come. All was well, only Corinne and the green
travelling-rug, Mamsell Ulrika’s prized gift, had been
lost in the struggle.
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The whole house lay in sleep when Gösta Berling
rose and crept downstairs. Unobserved by any one,
he took Don Juan out of the stable, yoked him to
his sledge, and was on the point of driving away
when Anna Stjärnhök came out of the house.
“I heard you go out,” she said, “so I got up also.
I am ready to go with you.”
He went up to her and took her hand.
“Don’t you understand yet, Anna? It cannot
be. It is not God’s will. I was here to-day to dinner
and heard their trouble about your faithlessness,
and I drove to Borg to bring you back to Ferdinand.
But I never have been anything but a good-for-nothing,
and never will be anything else. I deceived
him and took you for myself. My old friend
here believed me to be a true man, and I have
deceived her. And another poor creature suffers cold
and hunger cheerfully to die among friends, and
I was ready to let Sintram turn her out. You were
so beautiful, and sin is so pleasant, and Gösta
Berling is so easily tempted! Ah, what a wretch I am!
I know how they love their home, and I was about
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