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for daylight, but when he came, her joy was never full and
free, always timid and doubting.
One night she dreamed that she saw him riding through
the crowded streets as on that first evening, but there were
no cheers, and all the faces seemed cold and indifferent.
The silence frightened her. She dared not smile at him, but
hid behind the others. Then he glanced around with a
strange questioning, wistful look, and this look fastened on
her. She forced her way through the mass of people and
threw herself down before him, while his horse set its cold,
iron-shod hoof on her neck.
She awoke and looked about her, bewildered, at the cold,
moonlit chamber. Alas, it was but a dream! She sighed; she
did want so much to show him how she loved him. Yes,
that was it. She had not understood it before, but she loved
him. At the thought, she seemed to be lying in a stream of
fire, and flames flickered before her eyes, while every pulse
in her heart throbbed and throbbed and throbbed. She loved
him. How wonderful it was to say it to herself! She loved
him! How glorious the words were, how tremendously
real, and yet how unreal! Good God, what was the use,
even if she did love him? Tears of self-pity came into her
eyes—and yet! She huddled comfortably under the soft,
warm coverlet of down,—after all it was delicious to lie
quite still and think of him and of her great, great love.
When Marie met Ulrik Christian again, she no longer
felt timid. Her secret buoyed her up with a sense of her
own importance, and the fear of revealing it gave her
manner a poise that made her seem almost a woman. They were
happy days that followed, fantastic, wonderful days! Was
it not joy enough when Ulrik Christian went, to throw a
hundred kisses after him, unseen by him and all others, or
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