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No place on earth is so wretched to enter upon as
a ruined home.
Oh, I beg you—you who guard the fields and
meadows and parks and the happy flower-gardens—guard
them well! With love and work! It is not
well that Nature should sorrow over mankind.
And when I think how this proud Ekeby suffered
under the cavaliers’ management, I could wish
that Fru Samzelius had gained her desire and turned
them out of Ekeby. It was not her wish to undertake
the management herself again. She had only
one intention—to free her home from those mad
creatures, those robbers, those locusts, after whose
passage no good seed could grow.
While she wandered over the country and lived
on alms, her thoughts were constantly with her
mother, and the feeling that no improvement of her
lot was possible until her mother’s curse was lifted
gained firm hold in her mind.
No one had ever spoken of her death, so she
was probably still alive at the forge in the Älfdal
forests. Though ninety years old, she lived a life
of unceasing toil, watching over her dairy in
summer and the charcoal-burning in winter, constantly
working and longing for the end of her life’s mission.
And the Major’s wife felt that her mother had
been living all those years to be enabled at length to
lift the curse from her shoulders. The mother could
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