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being seen by Melchior Sinclaire. He became
thoughtful at the sight, and his heart contracted as
with a foreboding of misfortune.
He wondered where Marienne’s mother could
be while all this was going on, and he went, much
against his will, but driven by fate, to seek her.
He went through many rooms before he found
her. The great land proprietor had but short
patience and little liking for women’s tears and
wailing. He had grown tired of seeing her tears flow at
the fate overtaking all her treasures. He was furious
to see that she could mourn over linen and
bedclothes when his beautiful daughter was lost
to them, and with clenched fists he had driven her
before him through all the house, into the kitchen,
and even into the pantry.
She could go no further, and he had been satisfied
at seeing her there, crouching under the step-ladder
awaiting a blow, perhaps a death-blow. He
let her remain there, but he locked the door and
put the key into his pocket. She might remain there
while the auction lasted. She would not starve, and
his ears were spared her wailing.
There she sat still, a prisoner in her own pantry,
when Gösta walked down the corridor to the
kitchen, and he saw her face at a high little
window which opened in the wall. She had climbed
up the step-ladder and was gazing out of her
prison.
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