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and kissed him square on the mouth; then she vanished
up the attic stairs like an apparition.
Amor had taken revenge on her and made her
a spectacle for all men. But she never again
complained of him, never again put away the guitar, and
never, never forgot to care for her mother’s
rose-tree.
“Better unhappiness with Love than happiness
without him,” she thought.
*
Time passed. The Major’s wife had been driven out
of Ekeby, and the cavaliers had come into power.
Thus it happened, as related, that Gösta Berling,
one Sunday evening, read a poem to the Countess at
Borg, after which he was ordered out of the house
and told never to enter it again.
’T is said that when Gösta shut the hall door after
him, he saw several sledges drive up to Borg, and
cast a furtive glance at the little lady seated in the
first sledge. Dark as that hour had been for him,
it became darker still at sight of her. He hastened
away, lest he be recognized. Forebodings of disaster
filled his mind. Had the conversation inside called
up this woman? One misfortune always brings another.
Servants came hurrying out, carriage aprons were
unbuttoned, and pelts thrown to one side. Who had
come? Who was the little lady that stood up in
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