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destroyed by the spring flood. He had hardly arrived
home when his mother, Countess Märta, sent for
him and told him a wonderful tale.
“Your wife was out last night, Henrik. She was
away a long time, and she was accompanied by a
man. I heard him saying good-night to her. I know,
too, who it was. I heard her go, and I heard her
return, though it was not her intention that I should.
She is deceiving you, Henrik,—she is deceiving
you—the hypocrite! She has never loved you, my
poor boy. Her father simply wanted her to make
a good marriage, and she took you because you
were rich.”
She was so plausible that Count Henrik became
furious. He would have a divorce—he would send
his wife back to her father.
“No, my friend,” said Countess Märta; “in
that case she would go to the bad altogether. She
is spoiled and badly brought up; let me take her in
hand and bring her back to the path of duty.”
And the Count called in his wife and told her
that she was to yield utter obedience to his mother’s
wishes.
What a scene was that! Surely none more pitiful
had ever taken place in that old house, wedded
as it was to sorrow. The young wife heard many
härd words from her husband. He stretched his
arms to heaven and charged it with letting his name
be dragged through the mire by a shameless woman.
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