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reddening the sky over the treetops. See, they have come,
the strong storm birds, the demon birds of passion.
With wings of fire and claws of steel, they have
swooped down upon thee, and flung thee out into
the unknown. Thou hast been dead and destroyed.
But they, the proud and mighty, they whose path
is unknown and who cannot be followed—they
have swept onward, and out of the depths of the
unknown the spirit of self-observation has arisen
again, and again taken possession of Marienne’s
soul.
She lay ill at Ekeby all through February. She
had taken smallpox at Sjö, when she went to find
the Major, and the awful sickness had her
completely at its mercy, for she had been frightfully
chilled and wearied during that night. Death had
been very near her, but toward the end of the
month she grew better. She was still weak, and was
greatly disfigured. She would never again be called
beautiful Marienne. This misfortune, which was
to bring sorrow over all Värmland as if one of its
best treasures had been lost, was known, as yet,
only to Marienne and her sick nurse. Even the
cavaliers were not aware of it. The room in which
the smallpox reigned was closed to all. But where
is the spirit of self-analysis stronger than in the
long hours of convalescence? There it sits and stares
and stares with its icy eyes, and plucks and plucks
to pieces our being with its knotted fingers. And if
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