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said a word that might betoken love. Laughingly
they splashed their way through the shore water;
they laughed when they found their way and laughed
when they lost it, when they stumbled, when they
fell, and when they scrambled up again; they laughed
at everything. Life was again to them an amusing
game, and they had been naughty children who had
quarrelled. Oh, how perfect it was to make it up and
begin over again.
Reports came and went, and in time the story of
the perilous crossing made by the Countess reached
Anna Stjärnhök.
“Ah!” she said, “I see that God has more than
one string to His bow. I will hush my heart to rest
and remain where I am needed. God will make a
man of Gösta Berling without my help.”
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