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Suddenly the door was thrown open, and a voice
cried to them, “She is gone. He has carried her
off!”
Out they flew, running like madmen, without
finding out if it was the Major’s wife or some one
else who had been carried away. They had good luck
too, and managed to climb into a passing sledge,
and it was a long time before they learned whom
they were trying to overtake.
But Bergh and Cousin Kristoffer marched calmly
to the door of the improvised jail, broke the lock,
and opened it for the Major’s wife.
“The Lady of Ekeby is free,” they said.
She came out. They stood as straight as ninepins
on each side of the door, but did not meet her
eyes.
“Your horse and sledge await you downstairs.”
She went down, seated herself, and drove away.
No one followed her, and no one knew whither she
went.
Down Broby Hill, toward the ice-bound Löfven,
Don Juan rushed. The proud racer flew over the
snow; the frosty air whistled in the faces of the
drivers; the sleigh-bells rang out; the moon and
stars glittered, and the snow lay blue and white,
shining with its own splendor.
Gösta felt his poetic fancy awakened.
“Beerencreutz,” he cried, “this is life. As Don Juan carries
away the young women, so Time carries away the
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