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be awakened from the heaven of your dreams by
a serenade, sung by your most devoted admirers. It
must have pleased you much as it pleases a departing
soul to awake to the music of Paradise.
But the cavaliers had not gone very far on their
way, for when they came to Björne, they found
Marienne lying in the drift at the gate leading to the
house. They trembled with fear and with fury when
they saw her there. It was like finding a worshipped
saint lying plundered and desecrated outside the
church door; it was as if an unhung villain had
broken the neck and torn out the strings of a
Stradivarius.
Gösta shook his clenched fist at the dark house.
“You children of hate,” he screamed. “You
hailstones and north wind—you destroyers of God’s
pleasure garden!”
Beerencreutz lighted his horn lantern and threw
its beams upon the blue-white face. And the
cavaliers saw her torn hands, and the tears which had
frozen in her eyelashes, and they sorrowed like
women, for she was not only a saint to them but
also a beautiful woman who had been a joy to their
old hearts.
Gösta Berling threw himself on his knees beside
her!
“Here she lies—my bride,” he said. “She gave
me the bridal kiss some hours ago—and her father
promised me his blessing. She lies and waits for me
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