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middle of the room, smiling at the excitement round
her, when the door was thrown open and Gösta
Berling crossed the threshold.
No man had the right to enter that room. The
old ladies had their heads uncovered after putting
away their splendid caps, and the younger ladies
had tucked up their skirts so that their frills might
not get crushed on the homeward drive.
But without paying attention to arresting cries,
Gösta Berling strode forward to the Countess, lifted
her in his arms, and rushed out of the room into
the hall and out upon the doorsteps with her.
The cries of the astonished women did not stop
him, and when they reached the hall door, they saw
him throw himself into a sledge with the Countess
still in his arms.
They heard the driver crack his whip and saw the
horse spring forward. They recognized the driver—it
was Beerencreutz, the horse was Don Juan—and
with fear in their hearts for the fate of the
Countess, they called to their husbands.
The men lost no time in questions, but dashed
to the sledges, and with the Count at their head,
they started after the runaways.
Meanwhile Gösta Berling sat in the sledge, holding
the young Countess securely. He had forgotten
all his sorrows, and, wild with the maddening spirit
of adventure, he sang a song of love and roses.
He held her pressed closely to him, but she made
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