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(1917) [MARC] Author: J. P. Jacobsen Translator: Hanna Astrup Larsen With: Hanna Astrup Larsen
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turned pale, bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it
with all her might at Karen. It struck the edge of the
window, and shivered the glass in fragments, which fell
rattling to the ground.

Karen darted back, shrieking. Ulrik Frederik looked
anxiously in after her. In his surprise he had dropped the
dog, but he still held the wreath, and stood dumbfounded,
angry, and embarrassed, turning it round in his fingers.

“Wait, wait!” cried Marie. “I missed you this time,but
I’ll get you yet! I’ll get you!” She pulled from her hair
a long, heavy steel pin set with rubies, and holding it before
her like a dagger, she ran toward the house with a queer
tripping, almost skipping gait. It seemed as though she were
blinded, for she steered a strange meandering course up to
the door.

There Ulrik Frederik stopped her.

“Go away!” she cried, almost whimpering, “you with
your chaplet! Such a creature”— she went on, trying to
slip past him, first on one side, then on the other, her eyes
fixed on the door—“such a creature you bind wreaths
for—rose-wreaths, ay, here you play the lovesick
shepherd! Have you not a flute, too? Where’s your flute?” she
repeated, tore the wreath from his hand, hurled it to the
ground, and stamped on it. “And a shepherd’s
crook—Amaryllis—with a silk bow? Let me pass, I say!” She
lifted the pin threateningly.

He caught both her wrists and held her fast. “Would you
sting again?” he said sharply.

Marie looked up at him.

“Ulrik Frederik!” she said in a low voice, “I am your
wife before God and men. Why do you not love me any
more? Come with me! Leave the woman in there for what

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