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Värmland! Beauty, beauty, and nothing more, we demand
of life. We, the children of renunciation, of
seriousness, of poverty, raise our hands in one long
prayer and ask but for this one good, beauty. May
life be like a rosebush, with flowers of love, wine,
and pleasure, and may its roses hang within every
man’s reach; that is our heart’s desire, and our land
wears the features of sternness and renunciation.
Our land is the symbol of perpetual meditation,
but we have no thoughts!”
Thus he spoke as one inspired, his voice vibrant
with feeling, tears glistening in his eyes. The girls
listened in wonder and not without emotion. Little
had they divined what depths of feeling lay hidden
under that tinsel-surface of jests and shams!
When it drew toward evening, and they had again
climbed into the hay-cart, the girls hardly knew
whither Squire Julius was taking them, until he
stopped at the door of Ekeby Hall.
“Now, girls, we’ll go in and have a dance,” said he.
And what think you the cavaliers said when they
saw Squire Julius return with a withered wreath
round his hat and the hay-cart full of girls?
“We might have known the girls had carried
him ofF,” they laughed; “otherwise we should have
had him back hours ago.” For the cavaliers
remembered that this was by actual count the
seventeenth time Squire Julius had tried to leave Ekeby.
Once a year, with unfailing regularity, he set out
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