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Holding the money in front of his eyes, she said: "Look, Ingmar! here's every krona of your inheritance money. It was Elof, of course, who hid it in the pillow!" Ingmar heard what she said, and he saw the bank notes but he saw and heard as in a daze. Gertrude placed the money in his hand, but his fingers would not close over it, and it fell to the ground.
She and her husband lived at the Ingmar Farm, which they had been running since the death of Big Ingmar, in the spring. Big Ingmar had left five daughters and one son, but the son was too young to take over the property. Meanwhile Karin had come in. She was only about two and twenty, but was one of those women who never look real young.
"You know Strong Ingmar, I suppose?" said Gabriel. "Oh, yes," young Ingmar replied. "We used to be good friends in the old days." "Is it true that he understands magic?" asked Gunhild. "Well no!" Ingmar answered rather hesitatingly, as if half-believing it himself. "You may as well tell us what you know," persisted Gunhild. "The schoolmaster says we mustn't believe in such things."
By this the old woman meant that if the senator wanted any help from the Ingmarssons, in return for his having smoothed the way for them, they would not withhold it. But Ingmar interpreted her utterance differently. He gave a start, as if suddenly awakened from sleep. "What would father say of this?" he wondered. "If I were to lay the whole matter before him, what would he be likely to say?
She dared not sink back on her pillow again for fear of dreaming further. "Oh, Lord help me, Lord help me!" she cried. "I don't know how much evil there may be hidden in my heart, but God knows that never once during all this time have I thought of revenging myself on Ingmar. O God, let me not fall into this sin!" she prayed.
"He stood quietly listening for a while; then he said as meek as you please that she was right, he had acted in haste. And in the afternoon he took Gunhild back to her parents and made everything right again." Ingmar glanced up at the old man with a smile. "Gertrude is splendid," he said, "and Hellgum is a fine fellow, even if he is a little eccentric." "So that's the way you take it, eh?
"For if you join Hellgum's angels it isn't likely that they will let you associate with me." With an oath Ingmar jumped to his feet. "If you go on talking in this strain it may turn out just as you say," he warned. "You may as well understand, once for all, that it is of no use your trying to turn me against my own people, or against Hellgum, who is the grandest man I know."
And he left the farm so heavily mortgaged, that Karin would have been forced to turn it over to the creditors, had not Halvor been rich enough to buy in the property and pay off the debts. Ingmar Ingmarsson's twenty thousand kroner, of which Elof had been sole trustee, had entirely disappeared.
They were furiously disappointed at not having finished Hellgum, and, as they turned to go, one of them ran back, pounced upon Ingmar, and stabbed him in the neck. "That's for meddling with our affair!" he shouted. Ingmar sank down, and the man ran off, with a taunting laugh.
"You and I have been strongly opposed to each other of late in matters of religion; but since God does not grant me the solace of having you with us, I thank Him for allowing you to become master of the old farm." Ingmar did not speak. His hand lay limp in Karin's, and when she let it drop, he stood there looking just as unhappy as he had looked all day.
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