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a fierce strife. Ah, they do well who can hold their
hands from the sword, who can bear in patience, can
quiet their hearts and let God guide their path! The
uneasy heart is forever going astray; evil ever makes
the evil worse.
But Anna Stjärnhök thought she had at last seen
a sign.
“Anna,” said the Countess, “tell me a story.”
“What about?”
“Oh,” said the Countess, caressing the bouquet
with her white fingers, “don’t you know something
about love, something about loving?”
“No, I know nothing about loving.”
“How you talk! Is n’t there a place here called
Ekeby, a place full of cavaliers?”
“Yes,” said Anna, “there is a place here called
Ekeby, and there are men who suck out the marrow
of the country, who make us incapable of earnest
work, who ruin the youth growing up around them,
and lead our geniuses astray. Do you want to hear
love stories about them?”
“Yes, I do—I like the cavaliers.”
Then Anna spoke spoke—in short, curt sentences
like an old hymn book, for she was nearly
stifled by stormy feeling. Hidden passion trembled
in every word, and the Countess, both frightened
and interested, listened to her.
“What is the love and the faith of a cavalier?
A sweetheart to-day, another to-morrow, one in the
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