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A real marsh-mole!" And he kissed the tiny hands delightedly. "But look at his nails they want cutting already. Ah, yes, mother knew father would like to do it himself, so she did." And he hurried to Kyllikki's work-basket, and took out a small pair of scissors. "Father'll manage it come!" And he fell on his knees beside the bed. "Don't be afraid softly, softly there!
When he came near to Kyllikki's home, all the women and maidens that saw him began to laugh at him because he looked so poor, and yet dared to try to win the fair Kyllikki's hand.
And at the sight, his heart throbbed so violently that he could not move a step; he stood there, looking out through the window at the horse and cart, at Kyllikki with her white kerchief, and at the bundle in her arms. Now they were at the gate. Olof ran out bareheaded, dashing down the path. "Welcome!" he shouted as he ran. "Olof!" Kyllikki's voice was soft as ever, and her eyes gleamed tenderly.
The thing was said it was as if a secret curse was for ever dogging his footsteps, and spreading poison all around. Kyllikki's despair gathered and grew like an avalanche. What a blind self-deceit their life had been! How they had hoped and dreamed with a gulf of naked hopelessness on every side! "If only I had what I have hoped for these last two years, then I could bear it all.
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