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the meat. She pulls and tears at it, but cannot lift
it. The dog snatches it away, places it between his
forepaws, and begins his dinner. The magpies seat
themselves before him, and continue their disparaging
remarks. He glances savagely at them, and
when it gets quite too bad, he springs up and chases
them away.
The sun began to sink behind the western hills.
Melchior Sinclaire looked at his watch; it was three
o’clock, and mother had had dinner ready at twelve.
Just then the servant came out and said Marienne
wished to speak to him.
He placed the wolf-skin rug over his arm and
marched up the stairs in the best of humors.
When Marienne heard his heavy step on the
stairs, she did not know whether she would
accompany him home or not. She only knew she must put
an end to the waiting. She had hoped the cavaliers
would come home, but they did not. She must then
take matters in hand herself, she could not bear it
any longer. She had imagined he would go his way
in anger after waiting five minutes, or that he would
break the door in, or set fire to the house.
But there he sat, calm and smiling, and waited.
She felt neither love, nor hate toward him; but an
inner voice seemed to warn her against giving
herself into his power again, and besides, she wished to
keep her word to Gösta.
If he had fallen asleep, if he had spoken or been
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