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“Countess Marta told her daughter of the
wonderful journey the young man had made for her
sake, and that as a reward she had given him her
hand.
“Ebba Dohna was so far convalescent that she
lay dressed upon the sofa. She was tired and pale
and even more silent than usual. When she heard
these words, she lifted her reproachful, mournful
brown eyes to her mother and said, ‘Mamma, have
you given me to a discharged clergyman, to one
who has forfeited his right to be God’s servant, to
a man who has been a beggar and a thief?’
“‘But, child, who has told you this? I thought
you knew nothing about it!’
“‘I heard it I heard your visitors talking about
it the day I fell ill.’
“‘But remember, Ebba, he saved your life.’
“‘I remember that he has deceived me. He
should have told me who he was.’
“‘He says you love him.’
“‘I have done so. I cannot love him who has
deceived me.’
“‘In what way has he deceived you?’
“‘You would not understand, mamma.’
“She did not care to talk to her mother about
the Millennium of her dreams which her lover was
to help her to realize.
“‘Ebba,’ said her mother, ‘if you love him, you
must not think of what he has been, but marry him.
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