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“But I love him!”
“I see how it is, I see how it is—a good child
and nothing more, crying with those that weep, and
laughing with those that rejoice, and obliged to say
‘Yes’ to the first man who says ‘I love you.’ Yes,
yes. Now go in and dance, my dear Countess, dance
and be gay. There is no ill in you.”
“But I want to do something for you!”
“Child,” she answered, with dignity, “there lived
an old woman at Ekeby, who held the winds of
heaven in her hand. Now she is imprisoned and the
winds are free. Is it wonderful that a great storm
rages through the land?
“I am old, and I’ve seen it before. I know it, I
know that God’s fearful storm is upon us.
Sometimes it sweeps over the great nations, sometimes
over small forgotten communities. God’s storm forgets
no one: it overwhelms the great and the small.
It is wonderful to see its approach.
“Oh, blessed storm of the Lord, blow over the
earth! Voices in the air, voices in the water, sound
and terrify! Make God’s storm thunder, and make
it fearful. May its stormy gusts sweep over the earth,
beating against shaking walls, breaking the rusty
locks and the houses that are falling to ruin.
“Terror shall spread over the country. The little
birds’ nests shall fall from their hold in the pine
trees, and the hawk’s nest shall fall from the fir-top
with a great noise, and even into the owl’s nest on
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