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swearing in the cavaliers’ wing at Gösta Berling. The
old gentlemen wished to go to sleep, but it was
impossible. He gave them no peace. It was in vain
they put out the lights and drew their bed-curtains;
he continued talking.
He told them first what an angel the young
Countess was, and how much he worshipped her.
He would serve and adore her. He was happy in the
knowledge that every one had forsaken him. He
would now devote his life to her service. She scorned
him, naturally, but he would be content to lie at her
feet like a dog.
Had they ever noticed Low Island in the Löfven?
Had they seen it from the south, where the rugged
cliff raised itself abruptly from the water? Had
they seen it from the north, where it sank into the
lake in gentle slope, and where the narrow sandbanks,
covered with tall, beautiful pines, wound out
into the shallow water and formed lovely little lakes?
There, on the precipitous height where the remains
of an old castle were still standing, he would build
a palace for the young Countess—a marble palace.
Wide stairs would be hewn in the rock leading
down to the lake, where gaily flagged boats
would land. There would be shining halls and high
towers with gilded pinnacles. It would be a suitable
home for the young Countess. That old wooden
hovel at Borg Point was not worthy she should set
her foot in it.
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