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that she could hear the dance music and the sound
of their voices. And the thought of the Major’s
wife took all the Countess’s pleasure away.
Of course she danced both waltz and quadrille,
minuet and anglaise, but between the dances she
crept to the window and looked across the
courtyard to the side wing. There was a light in the
room there, and she could see Margarita Samzelius
pacing backward and forward. She seemed never to
rest, but to walk to and fro unceasingly.
The Countess found no pleasure in dancing, she
was thinking all the time of the Major’s wife pacing
restlessly up and down her prison like a caged beast.
She wondered how the others could dance; there
were many there who must be quite as touched at
the knowledge of their old friend being so near
them as she was, but none of them showed a trace
of it. The Värmlanders are a reserved people.
After each glance through the window, her feet
grew heavier and the laugh caught in her throat.
Schärling’s wife saw her at last, as she brushed the
vapor from the window-pane and tried to look out,
and came and whispered to her, “Such a misfortune!
Oh, dear, it is such a misfortune!”
“I feel it nearly impossible to dance to-night,”
whispered the Countess.
“It is against my wish we have a ball at all while
she is imprisoned here,” answered Fru Schärling.
“She has been in Karlstad since she was arrested.
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