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he stands there by that beam and grins at us? But
really—why, I believe he is loosening the hammer!”
He sprang up, dragging Eberhard with him, and
a moment later the hammer fell with a thundering
crash upon the anvil. A screw had given way,
but Lövenborg and Eberhard had barely escaped
death.
“See, brother, he has no power over us,” said
Lövenborg triumphantly. “But it is evident he
wanted to be revenged.”
He called to Gösta Berling.
“Go up to the womenkind, Gösta; he may
show himself there, and they are not so accustomed
as I am to such sights. They might be frightened.
And be careful of yourself, Gösta, for he is very
furious with you, and he may have power over you
because of that promise.”
Later every one knew that Lövenborg had been
right, and that Sintram had died on Christmas
Eve. Some people said he hanged himself in prison.
Others thought that the officers of the law had
quietly made away with him, for it seemed possible he
might win the lawsuit, and it would never do to let
him go abroad among the Löfsjö people again.
Others there were who believed a dark gentleman
came in a black carriage drawn by black horses and
carried him away from prison. Lövenborg was not
the only one who saw him on Christmas Eve. He
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