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The waves must have thought the bells were
calling to their friends, for no more people made
their appearance. But far in the forest and marshes
a sudden hurry awakens. “Send helpers, send helpers!”
rings the bell. “We are free at last, after centuries
of slavery; come, come!” The roaring waves
and the ringing bell sing a death song over Ekeby’s
honor and glory.
And meanwhile word is sent again and again
to the cavaliers. Are they in the humor to think
of foundry or mill? A hundred guests are assembled
in Ekeby’s halls. The broom girl waits in the
kitchen; the exciting moment has come. The
champagne is purling in the wine-glasses; Julius is rising
to make a speech. All the old adventurers at Ekeby
are rejoicing at the numbness of astonishment which
will soon descend upon the assembled guests.
Out on the ice of Löfven Countess Dohna is
treading a dangerous path to be able to whisper a
few words of warning to Gösta Berling. At the fall
the waves are storming against Ekeby’s honor and
might; but in its spacious halls there reigns joy and
eager excitement; the waxen candles shine, and wine
flows; no one gives a thought to what is taking
place in the darkness of the stormy spring night.
The moment arrived. Gösta rose and went out
to bring in the bride. He was obliged to cross the
hall, and the great doors stood open; he paused,
looked out into the black night, and he heard—he
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