The whiteness of the dress is gone and so is the
flush of the cheeks. Itwas this very cheapness that gave me pause. I know that he
bought them separately at acost of seventy dollars for the two. I will not dwell on
the misery that followed.
I remembered the words of Earl Haakon,How do you
like your seat?
My eyes looked for the brook, that pestiferous
brook whichswallowed up one of my fairest hopes.
The maid had been presentwhen the deed was done.
But my sweet Maren, had she escaped that heart-chilling transformation?
It was she, but alas, how changed she too was, in
face,figure, and manner! Well, Heaven knows, every man has hisfaults.
As he spoke, he put hishands in his pockets again
and waddled ahead.
And will sheforgive me, wretch that I
am?
We want our friendto be what he was, and forget
that nothing remains as it was. Pastor Sören wanted him punished and put inprison,
but he lacks the necessary witnesses.
But look at the same party at the end of the
ball!
The lake with its wreath of rushes spread outbefore
me. The first object of our attention shall be the tea-punch.
One may often getthe most trustworthy information
about people from their servants.
And how have you been sincewe saw each other? But
my sweet Maren, had she escaped that heart-chilling transformation?
Lammestrup, but Maren, what do youthink she looked
like? I mean to stay in the house, I said, and my horse prefers to beoutdoors. At
the end of such apassage, and as it happened the last one, I was placed. He hashired
a new coachman, one Niels Bruus, brother to the Ingvorstrupfarmer. The good pastor
shook my hand, and said, Welcomeindeed, Mr.
I will not dwell on the misery that followed. He
resisted, andI came to his aid like a brother. And it was here the battle tookplace
which I have already described in anticipation. The counsellor must have fallen in
the lake.
Third and most evident sign of the dear girls love
I noticed during thedance. Thou shalt not wrest the judgment of the poor. We had
just been talking about a magnificent wedding whichhad been celebrated at Höjholm
manor. The counsellor must have fallen in the lake. Eighty-seven, eighty-eight,
eighty-nine, ninety. Allow me, my fair feminine reader, to relate my
innocentadventure.