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a red scar across his nose, pushed his hair over his
forehead in untidy locks, and darkened the whole
face.
They laughed at his work. Then Gösta wanted
to wash it away.
“Let it alone,” said Sintram, “so that he can see
it when he awakes; it will amuse him.”
And it was left as it was, and the cavaliers thought
no more of Captain Lennert. The revel lasted all
night, and when they broke up at dawn, there was
more wine in their heads than sense.
The question then arose, what was to be done
with Captain Lennert?
“We will take him home,” said Sintram. “Think
how delighted his wife will be. It will be a pleasure
to see her joy; I feel touched when I think of it.
Let us take him home.”
They were all touched at the thought. Good
God! how glad she would be, the severe lady at
Helgesäter.
They shook some life into the Captain, and
lifted him into one of the vehicles which the sleepy
ostlers had brought to the door long ago, and the
whole crowd drove off to Helgesäter, some half
asleep and almost falling out, others singing to keep
themselves awake. They looked little better than
a set of vagabonds, all of them with swollen, red,
and imbecile faces.
They arrived at last, and leaving the horses in
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