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The Major’s wife drove on, asking all she met:
“How is it with you? Are you in any want?”
And the fever and the sharp pain in her breast
were lulled when they answered, “There are two
good and rich women here: Marienne Sinclaire and
Anna Stjärnhök. They help Gösta Berling to go
from house to house and see that no one starves.
And no more grain is wasted in the gin-stills
now.”
It seemed almost as if the Major’s wife sat in her
sledge and held a long thanksgiving service. She
had come to a holy land. She saw old, wrinkled faces
light up when they spoke of the days that had come,
and the sick forgot their pains in praises of the days
of joy.
“We would all be like the good Captain Lennert,”
they said, “we would all be good. We would
believe good of others. We would not harm any one.
The Kingdom of God would then be hastened.”
She found them all moved by the same spirit. At
the big estates, food was being given to the most
needy. If there was work to be done, it was done
at once, and all the foundries were in full swing.
She had never felt herself stronger than now as
she sat and let the cold air stream in on her aching
breast. There was no house she could pass without
stopping and asking questions.
“All is well now,” the cottagers answered. “We
were in great want, but the good Ekeby gentlemen
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