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a pinch of dried flowers or a bit of cinnamon bark from
a box on her lap and throwing it on a brazier full of live
coals that stood near her. The air in the low-ceilinged room
was hot and close and sweet. But little light penetrated
between the full curtains of motley, dark-flowered stuff.
From the adjoining room came the whirr of a
spinning-wheel, and Mistress Rigitze was nodding drowsily in her
cushioned chair.
Marie Grubbe felt faint with the heat. She tried to cool
her burning cheeks against the small, dewy window-pane
and peeped out into the street, where a thin layer of
new-fallen snow made the air dazzlingly bright. As she turned
to the room again, it seemed doubly dark and oppressive.
Suddenly Ulrik Christian came in through the door, so
quickly that Mistress Rigitze started. He did not notice
Marie, but took a seat before the fire. After a few words of
apology for his long absence, he remarked that he was tired,
leaned forward in his chair, his face resting on his hand, and
sat silent, scarcely hearing Mistress Rigitze’s lively chatter.
Marie Grubbe had turned pale with excitement, when
she saw him enter. She closed her eyes for an instant with
a sense of giddiness, then blushed furiously and could
hardly breathe. The floor seemed to be sinking under her,
and the chairs, tables, and people in the room falling through
space. All objects appeared strangely definite and yet
flickering, for she could hold nothing fast with her eyes, and
moreover everything seemed new and strange.
So this was he. She wished herself far away or at least in
her own room, her peaceful little chamber. She was
frightened and could feel her hands tremble. If he would only
not see her! She shrank deeper into the window recess
and tried to fix her eyes on her aunt’s guest.
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