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CHAPTER VII
Marie Grubbe was now seventeen.
On the afternoon when she fled in terror from the
death-bed of Ulrik Christian Gyldenlöve, she had rushed
up to her own chamber and paced the floor, wringing her
hands, and moaning as with intense bodily pain, until Lucie
had run to Mistress Rigitze and breathlessly begged her for
God’s sake to come to Miss Marie, for she thought
something had gone to pieces inside of her. Mistress Rigitze
came, but could not get a word out of the child. She had
thrown herself before a chair with face hidden in the
cushions, and to all Mistress Rigitze’s questions answered only
that she wanted to go home, she wanted to go home, she
wouldn’t stay a moment longer, and she had wept and
sobbed, rocking her head from side to side. Mistress Rigitze
had finally given her a good beating and scolded Lucie,
saying that between them they had nearly worried the life
out of her with their nonsense, and therewith she left the
two to themselves.
Marie took the beating with perfect indifference. Had
any one offered her blows in the happy days of her love,
it would have seemed the blackest calamity, the deepest
degradation, but now it no longer mattered. In one short
hour, her longings, her faith, and her hopes had all been
withered, shrivelled up, and blown away. She remembered
once at Tjele when she had seen the men stone to death
a dog that had ventured within the high railing of the
duck-park. The wretched animal swam back and forth, unable
to get out, the blood running from many wounds, and she
remembered how she had prayed to God at every stone that
it might strike deep, since the dog was so miserable that to
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