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“Well, let her go home again.”
“Oh, don’t you see what I mean? I would rather
give all I possess, all that I have with so much
care gathered together, than that she should leave
without being my guest. She was twenty when I
saw her last—that is förty years ago. Help me, so
that I can receive her suitably. Here is money, if
money is needed, but more than money is required
just now.”
Oh, Eros, women love thee; they would rather
go a hundred steps for thee than one for any other
god.
At Bro rectory the rooms and kitchen and pantry
were turned out. Carts were filled with furniture
and sent off to the vicar’s house. The rector,
returning from his confirmation class, came back to empty
rooms, and, glancing in at the kitchen door to
inquire about his dinner, found none.
No dinner, no wife, no servant girl! Well, it
cannot be helped. Eros has willed it so, Eros the
all-conquering!
And a little later in the afternoon the heavy calash
came rolling up the hill again, and the little
lady sitting in it wondered if another mishap would
not occur, if it was really true that she was going
to meet the one happiness of her life.
The calash swung against the parsonage gate,
and there it stood. It was too wide—the gate too
narrow. The coachman cracked his whip, the horses
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