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In the course of the spring Fru Holmbo met Ella in the street as she was coming from the pastor's house with her prayer-book in her hand. "Are you going to be confirmed?" asked Fru Holmbo. "Yes." "I have a message for you; can you guess from whom?" Now, Fru Holmbo was a friend of Aksel Aarö's sister and very intimate with the family. Ella blushed and could not answer.
But at the corner, just as she was turning away from him, she did look back for all that, and saw him do the same. From that moment there were no other people, no houses, no time or place. She did not know how she got home, or why she lay crying on her bed, with her face in the pillow. A fortnight later, there was a large party at the club, in honour of Aksel Aarö.
When the song ended, they all remained waiting for some moments, as though expecting another verse; and there was a short silence, but then applause broke forth such as had never been heard. They wanted to have the song again, but no one had yet known Aksel Aarö to sing anything twice running; so they relinquished the idea. Ella had never heard the song; neither words nor music.
But he had been reserved, almost niggardly, with them. But that was just their charm. His eyes had now interpreted them, and those eyes enveloped her; she gave herself absolutely up to them. Her servant brought in a letter; it was a Christmas card, in an envelope without a direction, from Aksel Aarö one of the usual Christmas cards, representing a number of young people in snow-shoes.
Her mother was dead; she had inherited the house and a small fortune, and she wanted to try and help herself. She did not associate with any one in the strange town. She was used to dreaming and making plans without a confidant. From Aksel Aarö came wonderful tidings.
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