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His enemy, Ové Ramel, from Basnæs, was there, with the mortgage bonds upon the property and the dwelling-house, which he had purchased. I thundered against the cracked window-panes, slammed the rickety doors, whistled through the cracks and crevices, 'Wheu-gh! Herr Ové should have no pleasure in the prospect of living there. Idé and Anna Dorthea wept bitterly.
What became of Waldemar Daae? What became of his daughters? The wind will tell. "The last of them I saw was Anna Dorthea, the pale hyacinth. She had become old and decrepit: that was about fifty years after she had left the castle. She lived the longest she saw them all out." "Yonder, on the heath, near the town of Viborg, stood the dean's handsome house, built of red granite.
Then the wretched pauper was a young girl a lovely pale hyacinth in the noble flower parterre. She remembered it well poor Anna Dorthea! "'Oh! oh! Yes, mankind can sigh as the wind does amidst the sedges and the rushes Oh! No church bell tolled at thy death, Waldemar Daae! No charity-school children sang over his grave when the former lord of Borreby was laid in the cold earth!
"And in the midst of the wood, looking on at the crowd of labourers, stood Waldemar Daae and his three daughters, and they all laughed together at the wild cries of the birds; but his youngest daughter, Anna Dorthea, was sorry for them in her heart; and when the men were about to cut down a partially decayed tree, amidst whose naked branches the black storks had built their nests, and from which the tiny little ones peeped out their heads, she begged it might be spared.
The tapestry was magnificent, the furniture costly, and beautifully carved; vessels of gold and silver she had in profusion; there were stores of German ale in the cellars; handsome spirited horses neighed in the stables; all was superb within Borreby Castle when wealth was there. "And children were there; three fine girls Idé, Johanné, and Anna Dorthea. I remember their names well even now.
I heard her when I rushed through the long corridor into the saloon, and out again. "Anna Dorthea, the pale hyacinth, who was only fourteen years of age, was quiet and thoughtful. Her large swimming blue eyes looked somewhat pensive, but a childish smile played around her mouth, and I could not blow it off; nor did I wish to do so. "I met her in the garden, in the ravine, in the fields.
"Idé and Anna Dorthea walked on each side of their father; Johanné turned round at the gate. Why did she do so? Fortune would not turn. She gazed at the red stones of the wall, the stones from Marshal Stig's castle, and she thought of his daughters: 'The eldest took the younger's hand, And out in the wide world they went. She thought upon that song.
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