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"This is Inkala yes," answered the girl. "Is the master at home?" "No; he went off to Muurila this morning." "H'm. And when's he coming back?" "Don't know at all. But maybe mistress'll know. If you'd go in by the front way, I'll tell her." Olof walked up the front steps. Hardly had he entered the room when a slender, fair-haired woman appeared from within.
"Go into the next room a little mother's coming soon." The child obeyed without a word, but in the doorway he turned, and again looked wonderingly at his mother and the strange man.... Olof was gone; the young mistress of Inkala sat alone in her room. Thinking it over now, it seemed like a dream. Was it indeed Olof she had seen? Or had she been dreaming in broad daylight?
And so once more Olof went from house to house, seeking adherents among the most influential men, so as to crush opposition before the matter was taken up for general discussion. He started with those nearest at hand, working gradually farther out. "Is this Inkala?" asked Olof of a serving-girl, as he entered the courtyard; he did not know the place, nor who lived there.
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