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The people stood motionless.
The Major’s wife turned to Marienne.
“I know you love,” she said; “you have acted
in the madness of love. May the day never come
when you are powerless to prevent the ruin of your
home! May you ever bemistress of your own tongue
and your own hand when anger fills your soul!”
“My children, follow me,” she said, turning to
the people. “May God guard Ekeby, I go to my
mother. Oh, Marienne! when you have regained
your senses, when Ekeby is destroyed, and all the
country groans in famine, think then of your doings
this night, and take pity on the people!”
And she left the courtyard, followed by all the
crowd.
When the Major arrived he found not a living
soul besides Marienne and a long row of horses
harnessed to old vehicles—a long, wretched line
of them, where the horses were not worse than the
carriages, nor the carriages worse than their owners.
They had all fared hardly in life.
Marienne went forward and unbound the cavaliers.
She saw how they bit their lips and would not
meet her eyes. They were ashamed as never before.
They had never been so degraded in their lives.
“I was not better off when I lay on my knees
on the steps at Björne a few hours ago,” said
Marienne.
And so, dear reader, I will not try to describe
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