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But there was no need that they should alarm
themselves as to what they should do with her.
The old thought awoke within her. This was
temptation again—God was trying her again. Again she
was among friends. Would she leave the penitent’s
path?
She rose up and cried that she must go.
They tried to calm her. They told her she might
feel safe with them; they would guard her against
her would-be captors.
She only begged to be allowed to step down into
the little boat following the barge and row to land
to continue her flight alone.
But they would not let her go. What would
become of her? It was best she should remain with
them. They were only poor old men, but they
would certainly find some way of helping her.
Then she wrung her hands and prayed them to
let her go, but they were obliged to refuse her prayer.
They saw how weak and wretched she was, and they
thought she might very probably die on the
roadside.
Gösta Berling stood at a little distance and gazed
down into the water. Perhaps she would rather not
see him. He did not know, but his thoughts smiled
and danced in any case.
“No one knows where she is,” he thought. “Now
we can carry her back with us to Ekeby. We can keep
her hidden there, we cavaliers, and we will be very
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