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Updated: June 20, 2025
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.
Inside, benches and desks had been pushed against the wall, and in the centre of the schoolroom, amid a cloud of dust, Ingmar Ingmarsson was whirling round, with a chair in his arms. "Has Ingmar gone mad!" exclaimed Gertrude. "Ssh!" warned the mother, drawing her away from the door and down the stairs. "He must be trying to teach himself to dance.
She remembered that every time he had passed by her and her mother on their way to church, the mother had nudged her and said: "Now you must curtsy, Stina, fox here comes Ingmar Ingmarsson." She used to wonder why it was that her mother always wanted her to curtsy to Ingmar Ingmarsson; she had never been so particular when it came to the judge or the bailiff.
In the early eighties there was no one in the parish where the old Ingmarsson family lived who would have thought of embracing any new kind of faith or attending any new form of sacred service.
As I was leaving I said to myself: 'It will all come out right; everything always comes out right for the Ingmarssons. I didn't wonder at her parents doing what they did. If Ingmar Ingmarsson had proposed to a daughter of mine, I shouldn't have given myself a moment's peace till she said yes." Ingmar from his bedroom could hear every word that was spoken.
Once, when she and I were alone in the kitchen, I said to her: 'It's a fine husband you'll be getting, Brita. She looked at me as if she thought I was making fun of her. Then she came at me with this: 'You may well say it, Kaisa. Fine, indeed! She said it in such a way that I seemed to see Ingmar Ingmarsson standing there before my face and eyes, and he's no beauty!
On the beautiful June day when the daughter of Berger Sven Persson was given in marriage to Ingmar Ingmarsson, a tall, slender young woman stopped at the Ingmar Farm early in the morning, and asked if she might speak to the bridegroom. She wore her kerchief so far down over her face that nothing could be seen of it save a creamy cheek and a pair of rosy lips.
On her arm was a basket that held little bundles of handmade trimmings, a few hair chains, and hair bracelets. She gave her message to an old maidservant, whom she met in the yard, and who went in and told the housewife. The housewife answered sharply: "Go straight back and tell her that Ingmar Ingmarsson is just going to drive to church; he has no time to talk with her."
As I live, saith the Lord God, surely with a mighty hand, and with stretched-out arm, and with fury poured out, will I rule over you " Without a word Strong Ingmar turned and walked out of the house. That night he slept in the barn. The following day he and Ingmar Ingmarsson set out for the forest to burn charcoal and fell timber. They were to be gone the whole winter.
"I don't, as a rule, offer refreshments at these affairs," he said. "The others have to be content with just music and dancing, but Ingmar Ingmarsson must have a bite to eat under my roof." Drawing up a little three-legged stool, the old man sat down in front of Ingmar, and looked sharply at him. "So you're going to be a school-teacher, eh?" he queried.
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