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shook with shame and the Don with anxiety. No
one but believed it to be a part of the tableau.
At last Marienne and Gösta stood behind the
scenes. She passed her hand over her forehead. “I
don’t understand myself,” she said.
“For shame, Fröken Marienne,” he said, with a
grimace and a comic gesture of his arms, “to kiss
Gösta Berling! for shame!”
She was obliged to laugh.
“One and all know Gösta Berling to be irresistible.
My fault is no greater than that of others.”
And they agreed to keep a good countenance, so
that none should guess the truth.
“Can I be certain that the truth will never come
out, Herr Gösta?” she asked, as they were about
to join the other guests.
“You can, Fröken Marienne; the cavaliers will
be silent, I can answer for them.”
She dropped her eyes, and a peculiar smile curled
her lips.
“And if the truth came out, what would people
think of me, Herr Berling?”
“They would think nothing of it. They would
know it meant nothing. They would think we were
in our parts and continued to act.”
Yet another question came creeping from the
hidden eyes and the forced smile.
“But you, Herr Gösta? What do you think of
it?”
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