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The Colonel helped her to open out the double
bed and shake up the bolsters, and then Captain
Lennert was again laid upon soft down and fine
linen.
“Is he alive?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the Colonel.
“Is there any hope?”
“No, there is nothing to be done.”
There was silence for a moment, and then a
sudden thought struck her.
“Are all those people crying for his sake?”
“Yes.”
“What has he done for them?”
“The last he did was to allow himself to be
killed to save their women and children.”
Again she sat silent for a time.
“What kind of a face had he, Colonel, when he
came home two months ago?”
The Colonel started. Now he understood—now
for the first time.
“Why, Gösta had painted him!”
“So it was because of a cavalier’s trick that I shut
him out of his own home? How will you answer for
that, Colonel?”
Beerencreutz shrugged his broad shoulders.
“I have much to answer for.”
“But I think this must be the worst work you
have yet done.”
“And I have never trodden a more difficult path
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