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ghost-like decay, Gösta and Marienne flew on and
on, royal in their unwearied strength, with no
blemish marring their beauty, happy in being able to
indulge in the entrancing movement.
Melchior Sinclaire watched them for a time, then
he went away and left Marienne to dance. He
slammed the door after him, stamped down the
steps, and without further ado seated himself in
the sledge, where his wife already waited, and drove
home.
When Marienne finished dancing and asked for
her parents, they were gone.
When she was certain of this, she allowed no one
to see her surprise. She dressed quietly, and went
down into the courtyard, and the ladies in the
dressing-room thought she had her own sledge waiting
for her.
But in her thin, silk slippers, she was hurrying
home without telling any one of her trouble. No one
knew her in the darkness as she walked on the
roadside; no one could think the tramp, who was driven
deep into the snowdrifts by passing sledges, was
beautiful Marienne Sinclaire.
When she could go securely along the middle
of the road, she began to run. She ran as long as
she could, then walked, then ran again. A miserable,
aching fear drove her forward.
From Ekeby to Björne is about a mile and a half.
Marienne was soon home, and yet she almost felt
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