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halls, but in a cotter’s hut in the forest clearing. I
shall help him to watch the charcoal-stacks. I shall
help him to set traps for hares and partridges. I shall
cook his food and mend his clothes. Oh, my
beloved—shall I feel lonely and sad when I sit there
watching for you? I shall—I shall, but not for the days
of riches. Only for thee, only for thee shall I long,
and hope for thy footsteps on the forest path, for
thy glad song as thou comest home with thine axe
over thy shoulder. Oh, my beloved, my beloved, as
long as I live will I wait for thee!”
Thus lying and composing a hymn to the
all-conquering God of Love, she had not closed her
eyes when the Major’s wife came in.
When they had left the room, Marienne rose and
dressed herself again. Once more she put on the
black velvet dress and the thin dancing-shoes. She
wrapped the bedcover round her as a shawl, and
hurried out once more in the awful night.
Quiet, starlit, and bitterly cold, the February
night still rested upon the earth.lt seemed as though
it would never end, and the darkness and cold which
it spread abroad that night lasted long, long after
the sun rose again, long after the drifts which
Marienne trampled through had melted into air.
Marienne hurried away for help. She could not
allow the men who had rescued her, had opened
their hearts and home to her, to be hunted out of
Ekeby. She would go to Sjö, to Major Samzelius.
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