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the mountain ledge shall the wind hiss with its
dragon tongues.
“We thought all was well here among us, but it
was not. God’s storm was needed. I understand, and
I do not complain. I only wish to go at once to my
mother.”
She seemed to sink together suddenly.
“Go now, young woman,” she commanded. “I
have no more time; I must go at once. Go now, and
beware of those who ride on the storm clouds!”
And she returned to her restless walk. Her
features lost their firmness, her eyes grew vacant. The
Countess and Fru Schärling left her.
As soon as they were again among the dancers,
the Countess went straight to Gösta Berling.
“I bring you a greeting from the Major’s wife,
Herr Berling,” she said. “She expects you to help
her out of prison.”
“"Then she must continue to expect it, Countess.”
“Oh, help her, Herr Berling!”
Gösta gazed sternly before him. “No,” he replied;
“why should I help her? What have I to thank her
for? All she has done for me has been my ruin.”
“But, Herr Berling—”
“If she had not existed,” he said passionately,
“I should now be sleeping in the everlasting
forest. Must I feel it necessary to risk my life for her,
because she made me an Ekeby cavalier? Do you
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