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down, and after them the sandbags and stones. But
how can the work be done without a leader? There
is no order, no care taken. The waves rushed
forward again and again; they flung themselves with
renewed fury against the new hindrance; they rolled
the sandbags aside, tore the ropes, loosened the
stones, and succeeded—succeeded. Scornful,
jubilant, they raised the whole raft on their strong
shoulders, pulled and dragged at it, and had it at
last completely in their power. Away with the
miserable piece of defence; into the Löfven with it!
And so on again at the failing, helpless old
breakwater.
But Gösta Berling was intent upon driving the
sea-nymph away. She saw him approach, swinging
the boat-hook, and grew frightened. It almost
seemed as if she intended to throw herself into the
water, but she bethought herself, and sprang toward
the land.
“You witch!” cried Gösta, swinging the boat-hook
over her. She turned hurriedly into the yellow
bushes on the bank, became entangled in the thick
branches, and stood motionless.
Then Gösta threw the boat-hook aside, and laid
his hand on her shoulder.
“You are out late to-night, Countess Elizabeth?”
“Leave me alone, Herr Berling; let me go
home.”
He obeyed instantly, and turned away from her.
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