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(1921) Author: Sigrid Undset
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Gunnar gave a sudden cry of rage—then said in a quiet
voice:

“I will go. Carry her in,” but he took her in his own arms
and went towards the door. At sight of the blood-stained bed
his face twitched. Turning away, he pushed open the door to
his room and placed her on his own untouched bed. Then he
rushed down the stairs.

Helge had moved at his side the whole time, his mouth half
open as if paralysed in the act of crying out. But he stopped
at Gunnar’s door. When he was left alone with her he stole
into the room, touching her hand with his finger-tips, and he
fell down beside the bed, crying wildly, hysterically, with his
head against it. …

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XI



Gunnar walked along the narrow road, overgrown
with grass, between the high, whitewashed garden
walls. On the one side lay the barracks, probably
with a terrace, as high up over his head some soldiers were
laughing and talking. A tuft of yellow flowers, growing in a
cleft of the wall, hung swaying. On the other side of the road
the huge old poplars by the Cestius pyramid and the cypress
grove in the new part of the cemetery stretched their tops
towards the blue and silver clouded sky.

Outside the grated gate a girl sat crocheting. She opened to
him, curtseying to thank him for the coin he gave her.

The spring air was mild and damp; in the closed green shade
of the churchyard it became wet and warm as in a hothouse,
and the narcissus along the border of the path gave out a hot,
sickly scent.

The old cypresses stood round the graves that lay, green and
dark with creepers and violets, set in terraces from the

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