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the farther events of that night how the old carriages
went back to the coach-house, and the old
horses to their stalls, and the cavaliers to the
cavaliers’ wing. The dawn began to spread itself over
the eastern hills, and the day came bringing quietness
and calm. How much quieter are the bright,
sunny days than the dark nights, under whose sheltering
wing the wild beasts hunt and the owls hoot!
Only this I must add: when the cavaliers came
upstairs again, and they found a few drops in the
punch-bowl still to pour into their glasses, a
sudden enthusiasm swept over them.
“Skål, for the Major’s wife!” they cried.
Oh, she was a mighty woman! What better could
they desire than to serve and adore her!
Was it not awful that the devil had such power
over her, and all she lived for was to send cavaliers’
souls to hell?
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