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"You are all I have in life without you, I should be lost. If only if only I could be sure of one thing...." "What is it tell me, Olof...?" "That that you do not despise me, but trust me, that you believe I only care to be yours." "Trust you? indeed I do," said Kyllikki. "I know we are both striving toward the same end. But there are enemies that are always on the watch.
More than that never though it seems in his drunken wickedness he tried to make out there was." "Kyllikki, is it true?" cried Olof, springing to his feet. "It is true. I am still pure, but you have you the right to ask a pure woman to be your wife?"
Then Kyllikki asked him: 'O Ahti, son of Lempo, wilt thou then be to me a faithful husband; wilt thou swear to me never to go to battle nor to strife of any sort? 'I will swear upon my honour, Lemminkainen replied, 'that I will never go to battle, if thou wilt promise in return never to go to dance in the village, however much thou mayst long for it.
Something within him was striving for utterance something he had long restrained. "And now," he went on, almost violently, "I want...." He stopped. "You want...?" "It is something to do with you, Kyllikki," he said earnestly, as if in warning. "Tell me. You need not be afraid," said the girl in a low voice. "I want to say good-bye to you and not as friends," he said passionately.
Father's hands are none so hard, for all he's so big." He cut the nails, kissing the little fingers in between. The boy laughed. Kyllikki leaned over towards them, smiling more warmly still. "There now it's done! Look at him, Kyllikki! Isn't he splendid?" And he turned towards her. "But what what am I thinking of all the time! Kyllikki, I haven't even kissed you yet.
"Olof your soul, your soul ..." she moaned, like a little child. Olof stood as hovering on the verge of sleep and waking. But at sight of her trembling figure he seemed to come to himself, and tried to break loose from the spell. "Kyllikki...!" he said imploringly. She sat up, sobbing, and gazed at him as at one whom she did not know.
Both were pale and shaken with emotion, but they looked at each other with a new light in their eyes, two human souls drawn closer together by hardship and sorrow. "Stay where you are and rest a little, while I get the supper," said Kyllikki, as Olof would have risen. "And to-morrow we can begin the new day," she added. And, stooping down, she kissed him lightly on the brow.
"If you cannot forgive me, then kill me, at least or must I do it myself?" But Kyllikki made no answer, only bent forward and, slipping her hands beneath his arms, drew him up, softly and slowly, and pressed him closer to her. A sudden warmth filled him, and he threw his arms round her gratefully, as a child might do. "Crush me, then, crush me to death, and I have all I asked for!"
"Shall I ever forget you you, and this evening?" Her eyelids quivered, and she bowed her head. "Kyllikki!" he cried desperately. "Would you hide your eyes from me? Kyllikki...." There was hope and doubt in his eyes; he loosed his hold of her hands, and clasped his own as if questioningly about her waist. The girl was trembling.
Once I was happy among my people, but now all my joy has gone since thou hast come to torment me, O cruel-hearted Ahti! But all her words could not move Lemminkainen to release her. Then he said to her: 'Dearest maiden, fair Kyllikki, cease thy weeping and be joyful; I will never harm thee nor deceive thee.
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