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dinner last year here at Ekeby? Do you remember
the jail in Schärling’s house?”
“Oh, but we sin-laden creatures walk together
without happiness. I am here to watch that no joy
shall abide at our hearth. Do you not think I long
to go home? Oh, bitterly do I long for the protection
and support of my home, but I shall never feel
them. I shall live here in fear and trembling,
knowing that all I do leads to sorrow and sin,
knowing that in helping one I am harming another. Too
weak and foolish for life here, yet forced to live it,
bound by an everlasting penance.”
“With such thoughts we deceive our hearts,”
cried the Major’s wife, “but that is weakness. You
will not give him up, that is the whole reason.”
Before the Countess could answer, Gösta entered
the room.
“Come here, Gösta,” said the Major’s wife at
once, and her voice grew even sharper and louder
than it was before. “Come here, you whom everybody
in Löfsjö is praising—you who will win the
reputation of being the deliverer of the people! You
shall hear how things went with your old friend,
when you allowed her to tramp through the country
scorned and deserted by all.
“I will tell you first what happened in the spring,
when I went home to my mother, for you ought to
know the end of that story.
“In March I made my way on foot up to the
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