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here in her snowy bed.” And he lifted her in his
strong arms.
“We will take her home to Ekeby,” he cried.
“She is mine now. I have found her in the
snowdrift; no one can take her away from me. We will
not wake them in that house. What has she to do
inside the doors against which she had beaten her
hands bloody?”
He was allowed to do as he wished. He laid
Marienne in the first sledge and took his place beside
her. Beerencreutz placed himself behind and took
the reins.
“Take some snow and rub her, Gösta,” he
commanded.
The cold had but paralyzed her limbs—that was
all. The excited heart still beat. She had not even
lost consciousness; she knew the cavaliers had found
her, but she could not move. So she lay stiff and
motionless in the sledge, while Gösta sometimes
rubbed her with snow, sometimes wept over her
and kissed her, and she felt an unutterable longing
to lift even one hand, so that she might return his
caresses.
She remembered everything; lay there rigid and
immovable and thought clearly as never before.
Was she in love with Gösta Berling? Yes, she was!
Was it only a caprice born of the night? No, it had
been so for many years.
She compared herself with him and with the other
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