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are helping us. The lady will be amazed to see all
that has been done there; the mill is nearly finished,
the forge is at work again, and the burned house is
rebuilt to the eaves.”
It was the famine and the late heart-shaking
events that had transformed them all. Oh, it would
last but a short time! Yet it was happiness to return
to a land where every one tried to serve his
neighbor, and where they all tried to do good. The
Major’s wife felt she could forgive the cavaliers,
and she thanked God for it.
“Anna Lisa,” she said, “I, old woman as I am,
sit here and feel that I am already in the paradise
of the saints.”
When she reached Ekeby at last, and the cavaliers
hurried forward to help her out of the sledge,
they hardly recognized her, she was as kind and
gentle as their own young Countess. The old men
who had seen her in her youth whispered to each
other, “It is not the Major’s wife of Ekeby—it is
Margarita Celsing who has come back.”
Great was their joy to see her return so kind and
so free from all revengeful thoughts, but it was soon
changed to sorrow when they found how ill she
was. She had to be taken at once to one of the
guest-chambers and put to bed. But she turned on the
threshold of the room and spoke to them.
“It has been God’s storm,” she said, “God’s
storm. I know now that all has been for the best.”
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