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point out the cavaliers as men who were never again
to be admitted within the doors of Borg. She wished
to hear him express his scorn, not only for the way
they had treated her, but also for their ingratitude
toward the Major’s wife, their benefactress.
Yes, he, who to her was all tenderness and
consideration, would rise in just wrath against her
captors. Love would lend fire to his words. He who
protected and cared for her as for a being of another
world, he would never allow rough men to descend
upon her like hawks upon a sparrow. The little
woman glowed from head to foot with the desire for
revenge. Her husband would help her in her
helplessness and drive away all the dark shadows.
But Beerencreutz, the Colonel, with the thick
white moustache, strode unconcernedly into the
dining-room and walked up to the fire, which was
always burning there when the Countess was
expected home from a ball.
Gösta remained in the darkness near the door,
and silently watched the Countess while the
servants relieved her of her outer garments. As he sat
looking at her, he rejoiced as he had not done for
many years. It was so clear to him—as certain as if
it had been revealed to him—that within her dwelt
the most beautiful soul. It lay bound and sleeping
yet, but it would awaken. He rejoiced greatly at
having discovered all the purity and the goodness
and the innocence that lay hidden within her. He
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