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"Kyllikki, poor child!" he said brokenly, and sat down by her side. But his own voice sounded strange in his ears, and he could say no more he felt as if he were a ghost, not daring to speak to a living human creature. At sight of his unspoken misery, Kyllikki felt her own dread rise up stronger than ever. "I knew the suffering would come," she said mournfully.
Have I any right at all to hope for comradeship? Could I promise anything to anyone? And if so to whom?... Kyllikki, you know me well enough to understand what I mean. It is no light question, and no easy one to answer. "As far as I myself am concerned, I believe I see my way clear.
He felt himself crushed by a weight of despair, and sat there staring before him, without a word. Kyllikki grew calmer after a while, and looked up. The silence of the place came to her now for the first time, and with it a new dread. She turned to Olof, and at sight of his face, drawn with despair, and darkly shadowed in the gloom, she realised what her words must have meant to him.
And perhaps...." His voice broke. "Good-bye, Kyllikki!" It was Sunday afternoon. The lumbermen were getting ready to leave. The young folk of the village, and some of the elders, had come down to the creek at Kohiseva to see them start. The water was almost clear of timber already, the boom was being dragged slowly down the dead water by a few of the men.
"Have I the right...." he began haughtily; but the words died on his lips, and he sank back on the sofa, covering his face with his hands, as if to keep out visions of dread. "It would have been only just," Kyllikki went on, "if it had been as you believed yes, it should have been so! And you knew it and so you stormed and threatened to kill me!"
And still he refused to believe it, though he had more than once been on the point of waking to full consciousness. And he was glad that Kyllikki seemed to suspect nothing for she said no word. He dreaded most of all the hour when she should wake and speak to him reproachfully: "Are my arms not warm enough to hold you; can your soul not find rest in my soul's embrace?"
I am all alone and they are so many. And they must win for I can give no more than one woman can. But they are for ever whispering to you of what a woman can give but once in her life each in her own way...." "Kyllikki!" Olof broke in imploringly. But she went on unheeding, pouring out her words like a stream in flood-time. "And they hate me because I thought to keep you for myself alone.
A stillness as in church no sound but the rasp of the knife blade on the wood, and the slow ticking of a clock. Olof works away. The wood he cuts is clean and white, his shirt is clean and white Kyllikki had washed it. Kyllikki has gone out. The cat is making careful toilet, as for a great occasion. Visitors coming! Already steps are heard outside.
The door opened. "Olof! Here I am at last am I very late?... Why, what is the matter?... Olof...!" Kyllikki hurried over to him. With an effort he pulled himself together, and answered calmly, with a smile: "Don't get so excited you frightened me! It's nothing ... nothing.... I felt a little giddy for the moment, that was all. I've had it before it's nothing to worry about.
Smiling and looking into far distance, he passed his hand through the soft waves, and wrapping the ends about his fingers, clasped her waist. "My own love," he whispered, gazing at her as through a veil, and bending to touch her lips. And as they kissed, Kyllikki felt his arm tremble.
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