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Updated: April 30, 2025
The young stranger had passed through the room several times, turning his eyes from one side to the other. Then he suddenly stopped not far from Barefoot and beckoned to her. A hot flush overspread her face; she stood riveted to the spot and did not move a muscle. No, he certainly beckoned to somebody behind you; he cannot mean you. The stranger pressed forward and Amrei made way for him.
She had no opportunity to notice the wistful glances of the children and their continual nodding. Dame Landfried had Rosie, Farmer Rodel's youngest daughter, in her hand. Rosie was a year older than Amrei, who involuntarily kept moving her hand, as though she would have pushed aside the intruder who was taking her place.
The latter almost rejoiced at every bad thing she heard about people, whereas Amrei put a good construction on everything. She was always happy, and no matter how frequently in her solitude she burst into tears, she never expected anything, and hence everything that she received was a surprise to her, and she was all the more thankful for it.
Perhaps some remembrance of their father's voice awoke within them. The man continued: "I am your father's brother. Come here, Lisbeth, and you too, Damie." "My name's not Lisbeth my name's Amrei," said the girl; and she began to cry. She did not offer her hand to her uncle.
And Amrei blushed when the chatty hostess said: "I suppose your husband has some business at the Town-hall?" It seemed to strike her with a strange shock to have John called her "husband" for the first time. She could not answer, and the hostess looked at her in wonder.
Then she blew on her fingers, which were stiff with the cold, until they were nimble enough to permit her to unclasp from her neck a necklace of five rows of garnets, with a Swedish ducat hanging from them; and she fastened the ornament around the child's neck, kissing her at the same time. Amrei watched all this as if spell-bound.
Consequently Amrei made up her mind to release herself from this uncanny position of being alone with Black Marianne; she demanded that Damie should be taken into the house.
"Don't call him that until he is your betrothed," replied Amrei, with a strange mixture of feelings in her voice. "Wait! I'll show you what you've got to do!" shrieked Rose. "Take that!" and she dragged Barefoot down to the ground and struck her in the face. "I'll take my things off! Let me go!" screamed Barefoot.
It was a pleasant, but at the same time a laborious office that Amrei had undertaken. And it often seemed especially hard to her that she could do nothing to attach the creatures to her; indeed, they were hardly to be distinguished from one another.
"I don't see where you seem to be all right. But enough! Let me go." "I'm not keeping you, you little crib-biter. You could lead a man a hard life, who was fond of you." "Nobody need be fond of me," said Amrei; and she rushed away as if she had got loose from a chain. She stood in the doorway where many spectators were crowded together.
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