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the auctioneer and the clerks; in trying to escape,
they overturned the counter, and the furious squire
was in the midst of the crowd. A stampede ensued—more
than a hundred men rushed toward the
door fleeing from one. And he stood still shouting,
“Out with you!” He sent curses after them, and
now and then he swung over his head a chair, which
he had used as a weapon. He followed them into
the hall, but no further. When the last stranger left
the doorstep, he returned to the salon and bolted the
door after him. Then he gathered together a
mattress and a pair of cushions, and lay down and went
to sleep amid all the wild disorder, and did not
wake till next day.
When Gösta got home he was told that Marienne
wished to speak to him. It was just what he
wanted. He had wondered how he might see her.
When he entered the dimly lighted room in which
she lay, he was obliged to pause a moment at the
door, for he could not distinguish her.
“Stay where you are, Gösta,” said Marienne to
him. “It is perhaps dangerous to come near me.”
But Gösta had come, taking the stairs in two
strides, trembling with eager longing. What cared
he now for infection? He longed for the bliss of
again seeing her. She was so beautiful, his beloved.
No one had such soft hair, such a clear, open brow;
all her face was a play of lovely curves. He thought
of her eyebrows, sharply and clearly pencilled like
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