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depression, and helplessness for her, as it was for
all nature.
She remembered that her heart, which now in
its joy lifted all life into a shimmer of purple and
gold, might lose its strength to raise her world.
“Oh, helplessness, my own heart’s helplessness!”
she said to herself. “Crushing goddess of the
twilight, one day you will conquer my soul, and I shall
see life ugly and hard, as perhaps it is, and my hair
will whiten then, and my back will bend, and my
mind will grow dull.”
At that moment the sledge swung into the
courtyard, and, as she looked up, her eyes fell upon a
barred window in a side wing of the house and
on a grim face looking out of it.
The face was that of the Major’s wife at Ekeby,
and the young Countess knew that all her pleasure
was spoiled for that evening.
It is possible to be joyous when you don’t know
sorrow and only hear it mentioned as a guest in
another country. It is more difficult to keep the
heart gay when you stand face to face with dark,
cruel trouble.
The Countess knew that the high sheriff had
arrested the Major’s wife, and that she was to be
tried for what had taken place at Ekeby on the
night of the ball there; but she had never dreamed
that she would be kept in the official residence, so
near them that they could see her room, so near
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