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up to the church door. The beautiful weather had
been filling their hearts with delight at being able
to tread the paths of earth and enjoy their existence,
but when they saw Sintram, a presentiment of
disaster came over them.
As he strode forward among the people, they
marked with secret fear his manner of greeting.
Happy was the man whom he passed pretending
not to see, for he greeted only those who served
his turn. His cap flew to the floor for the Broby
parson, and he raised it to Marienne Sinclaire and
the Ekeby cavaliers, but he took no notice of the
Rector of Bro and the Judge from Munkerud.
Sintram entered the church and took his place
in his pew, throwing his driving-gloves upon the
seat with such force that the noisy rattle of the
wolf claws sewn into the skin was heard all over
the church, and some women who were already
seated in the foremost benches, seeing the shaggy
figure, fainted and had to be carried out.
But no one dared to turn him out. He disturbed
the people’s worship, but he was feared so much
no one dared order him to leave the church.
It was in vain the old rector spoke of summer’s
high festival—no one listened to him. The people
thought only of the cruelties of life and the
winter’s cold and the special disaster which Sintram’s
presence there foreboded them.
After the service they saw him climb the crest
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