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windows and the champagne being poured out into
the glasses, and could hear the healths being drunk
and Gösta Berling proclaiming his betrothal with
the broom girl. If she were near, or could lay her
hand gently on his arm, and even give him a kindly
glance, would he turn from the angry path of the
outcasts? If a word from her had driven him to
such folly, would a word from her check him?
She shuddered at the thought of the sin he had
committed against that poor unfortunate child. She
shuddered at the sin committed against that poor
creature, who would now be tempted to love him,
perhaps, for a day’s amusement. And yet she
shuddered most at the sin he was committing against
himself, chaining a heavy burden to his life, which
would forever weigh down the strength of his spirit.
And the fault was chiefly hers. She had turned him
with hard words into the outcast’s path. She, whose
duty it was to bless and to mitigate pain, why had
she twined another thorn into the sinner’s crown
of thorns?
Well, she knew what to do. She would order the
black horses to be harnessed to the sledge, she would
hurry over the Löfven to Ekeby, and, standing
before Gösta Berling, she would tell him she did
not scorn him, that she did not know what she said
when she turned him away from her house.… No,
she would do nothing of the kind, she would be
ashamed, and would not dare to utter a word. She
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