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and dragged, and finally got the old peace-breaker
out of his hole, and they carried him away to the
back yard. It took six men to lift him. Hardly had
the stone been taken up when Melchior Sinclaire
returned, and his eyes took instant notice of the
fact. You can imagine he was furious. It was no
longer the same place, he felt; who had dared to
remove the stone?
Oh, Fru Gustafva had given the order! Of
course, womankind had no heart in their bodies.
Did n’t his wife know he loved that stone? And he
marched up to the stone, lifted it, and carried it from
the back yard across the court and back to the place
where it lay before, and there he flung it down
again. Yet it was a stone which six men had lifted
with difficulty. The exploit was greatly admired all
over Värmland.
While he carried the stone across the courtyard,
Marienne had been standing at the window in the
dining-room watching him. She had never seen him
so terrible. He was her master, that fearful man with
the unconquerable strength; an unreasonable,
capricious man, who never thought of anything but
his own pleasure.
They were just eating their breakfast, and she
had a bread-knife in her hand. Unconsciously she
lifted it.
Fru Gustafva caught her wrist.
“Marienne!”
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