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Marie was sitting on the edge of the rough board frame
that served as a bed. “Are you angry, Sören?” she said.
“I’ll show you,” said Sören.
“Have a care, Sören! No one yet has offered me blows
since I came of age, and I will not bear it.”
He replied that she could do as she pleased, he meant to
beat her.
“Sören, for God’s sake,for God’s sake, don’t lay violent
hands on me, you will repent it!”
But Sören caught her by the hair, and beat her with the
rope. She did not cry out, but merely moaned under the
blows.
“There!” said Sören, and threw himself on the bed.
Marie lay still on the floor. She was utterly amazed at
herself. She expected to feel a furious hatred against Sören
rising in her soul, an implacable, relentless hatred, but
no such thing happened. Instead she felt a deep, gentle
sorrow, a quiet regret at a hope that had burst—how could
he?
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