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Hedin's wife, Thorgerda, was fair-haired, tall and stout, and it was she who managed the farm, while her husband read his books, and studied politics in the newspapers; but she had a sharp tongue and her neighbors were afraid of her. They had one son, whose name was Halvard. Brita Blakstad, Bjarne's eldest daughter, was a maid whom it was a joy to look upon.

"My wife and I wanted to make everything right again," he declared finally. In the meantime, a sense of great relief had come to Ingmar. Brita was going to America, and he would not have to marry her. After all a murderess was not to become the mistress of the old Ingmar home.

'You must not think that you can make a mockery of God's judgment, he would say. 'And don't imagine that He will let it go unpunished if you allow Brita to shoulder all the blame. If her father wants to cast her off just to get into your good graces, so that he can borrow money from you, you must nevertheless follow God's leading, little Ingmar Ingmarsson.

Of course, they could not believe that he had come to the house of God with her the woman who had strangled his child. "This is too much!" he said. "I can't stand it. "I think you'd better go inside at once, Brita," he suggested. "Why, certainly," she answered. To attend service was her only thought; she had not come there to meet people.

Suppressing her sobs, Brita spoke up: "Because I don't want to bring misfortune upon Ingmar." "I think she is quite right," said the old mistress. "Let her go, little Ingmar! You may as well know that otherwise I'll be the one to leave: for I'll not sleep one night under the same roof with the likes of her." "For God's sake let me go!" Brita moaned.

He did not seem to imagine that there was anything wrong in what he said, or that he placed himself in a ludicrous light; nor did he seem to speak from any unmanly craving for sympathy. His manner was so simple and straightforward that what Brita probably would have found strange in another, she found perfectly natural in him.

Den I know Brita, and ve marry, and I must stay in de city, and I am strong; and first I am porter, but soon dey know I read and can be drusted, and it iss china dat I must put in boxes all day, and I know soon how to touch it so as it nefer break. "But dere is not money.

Both seemed to be thinking the same thought: one who has committed such a crime cannot live among people. The two fell as if they had been doing penance by appearing at church. "Neither of us will be able to stand it," they thought. In the midst of her distress of mind, Brita caught a glimpse of the Ingmar Farm, and hardly knew it again. It looked so bright and red.

Brita followed him and sat down beside him, she was so happy that she wanted to shout. "Ingmar, little Ingmar!" she said, calling him by his pet name. "But you think I'm so ugly!" he returned. "Of course I do." Ingmar pushed her hand away. "Now let me tell you something," said Brita. "Tell away." "Do you remember what you said in court three years ago?" "I do."

When Brita heard him repeat her words in a cold and indifferent tone, the truth suddenly flashed upon her. No, he could never have stood there and repeated those words to his mother had he been fond of her, or had there been a spark of love in his heart for her. "Why doesn't she get down?" the old woman then asked.