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have defended themselves if they had followed
their own desires. They would have driven away
that rapacious throng with a few sharp shots but for
her, who was so gentle and sweet, and who begged
that they might be spared.
As the night wore on, the feeling among the
people grew milder. The warmth and rest, the food
and drink, quieted their dreadful excitement. They
began to laugh and joke—they were at the funeral
feast of the Nygård girl. “Shame to him who fails
in drinking and in jest at a funeral feast—there are
they most needed!”
The children threw themselves upon the masses
of fruit that were brought them. Poor cotter
children, who considered cranberries and
whortleberries delicious, threw themselves upon the clear
Astrakan apples which melted in their mouths and the
sweet oval-shaped Paradise apples, the yellow-white
“lemon” apples, red-cheeked pears, and plums of
all kinds, yellow, red, and purple. Oh, nothing is
too good for the people when they deign to show
their power!
As midnight approached, it seemed as if the
crowd was preparing to break up, and the cavaliers
ceased to bring forth fruit and wine, to draw the
corks and tap the beer barrels. They drew a breath
of relief, feeling that the danger was over.
But just then a light was seen in one of the
windows of the main building.
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