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They were just about to drive down the hill at
Vestratorp when old Ulrika paused suddenly in her
talk and caught Anna by the arm. She was staring
at a big black dog on the roadside.
“Look!” she cried.
The dog turned and set off into the woods. Anna
did not see him very clearly.
“Drive!” cried Ulrika; “drive as quickly as you
can. Sintram will hear directly that I am gone.”
Anna tried to laugh her out of her fancy, but it
was impossible.
“We shall hear his sleigh-bells directly, you’ll
see. We shall hear them before we reach the top
of the next hill.”
And while old Disa took a breath on the top of
Elofsbacke they heard sleigh-bells below them.
Old Ulrika grew quite wild with fear. She
trembled, sobbed, and wailed as she had done in the
salon at Fors. Anna tried to whip up old Disa, but
the horse only turned its head and gave her a look
of the profoundest astonishment. Did she imagine
old Disa did not know the right time to trot and
when to walk? Was she going to teach her to pull
the sledge, teach her, who knew every stone, every
bridge and gate, and every hillock on the road for
the last twenty years?
And the sleigh-bells sounded nearer.
“It is he—it is he—I know his bells,” wailed
Ulrika.
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