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For a moment Ingmar stood quietly looking on. To him it was like a dream, wherein the thing one desires most suddenly appears without one's knowing whence or how it came about. Now and again Hellgum cried for help. "Surely you can't think I'm such a fool as to help you!" Ingmar said in his mind.
"This is my brother," Karin replied. "He is the present Ingmar Ingmarsson." "He's rather little for that name," Storm remarked. "Yes, father died too soon!" "He did indeed," said the schoolmaster and his wife, both in the same breath. "He has been attending the school in Falun," Karin explained. "That's why he hasn't been here before." "Aren't you going to let him go back this year, too?"
"But if I don't join you I suppose you won't want me to remain under your roof?" said Ingmar, rising. As they did not reply, it seemed to him that all at once he had been cut off from everything. Then he pulled himself together and looked more determined. "Now I want to know what you're going to do about the sawmill!" he demanded, thinking it was best to have this matter settled once for all.
I never tired of their company and I think they did not tire of mine, for my wanderings through the world and my studies in the ancient Indian literatures and faiths with the Pandit Devaswami were of interest to them both though in entirely different ways. Mrs. Ingmar was a woman who centred all her interests in books and chiefly in the scientific forms of occult research.
Halvor showed the pastor the skin of an elk, which had been shot in the woods on the Ingmar Farm. The skin was then spread out upon the floor. The pastor declared that he had never seen a larger or more beautiful hide. Then Karin went up to Halvor and whispered in his ear. Immediately Halvor turned to the clergyman, and asked him to accept the skin as a gift.
"The schoolmaster can't prevent a person seeing what he sees and believing what he knows," Gabriel declared. Ingmar wanted to tell them all about his home; memories of his childhood came back to him at sight of the old place. "I can tell you about something that I saw once," he said. "It happened one winter when father and Strong Ingmar were up in the forest working at the kiln.
All might have turned out well but, you see, the mistake of it was that she didn't want me. 'It's of no consequence what such a slip of a girl wants or doesn't want. 'But her parents forced her to say "yes." 'How do you know she was forced? It's my candid opinion that she was glad to get a rich husband like you, Ingmar Ingmarsson. "'Oh, no! She was anything but glad.
He had never allowed any one to pluck a rose or a leaf from that bush. Strong Ingmar had always guarded the bush very tenderly, because he believed it sheltered elves and fairies. But now it had been cut down. Of course it was his son-in-law, the preacher, who had done this, as the sight of the bush had always been an eyesore to him.
In a little while his anxiety about Gertrude returned, with a force so overwhelming that it took away his appetite, and he could not touch his food. Suddenly he turned to Karin and said abruptly: "Have you seen anything of the Storms lately?" "No!" replied Karin stiffly. "I don't care to associate with such ungodly people." Here was an answer that set Ingmar thinking.
"I wonder what big Ingmar would say if some fine day I should come wandering up to him? I fancy him settled on a big farm, with many fields and meadows, a large house and barns galore, with lots of red cattle and not a black or spotted beast among them, just exactly as he wanted it when he was on earth. Then as I step into the farmhouse "
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