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A stifling fear came over him as he marked the similarity. "What do you mean are you trying to drive me mad?" he cried in a choking voice. And tearing his hair, he rushed violently towards the door. Kyllikki felt the blood coursing warmly through her veins once more. Olof strode furiously up and down, then came to a standstill before her.
"Kyllikki, Kyllikki, if you only knew!" he cried sorrowfully, and took her hands in his. Then a sudden coldness came over him once more. "And if I were to dare," he said, "there is one other besides you and me." "Are you afraid of him?" she asked sharply. "No. But if he turned me from his door in scorn...."
But she did not speak, only held him closer. And so they lay in each other's arms, like children, worn out with weeping. "Olof," said Kyllikki at last, freeing herself, "when you wrote, you said you did not ask me to share joy and happiness, but to work and suffer with you." "Ay, then," said Olof bitterly. "And even then I still hoped for happiness."
Kyllikki tried to persuade him not to leave her, telling him that she had dreamt a dream, in which she saw their home in flames and the fire bursting out through the doors and windows and roof. But Lemminkainen replied: 'I have no faith in women's dreams or maidens' vows.
"Will you be good enough to tell me what all this means?" said Kyllikki, calmly as ever, but with a new note in her voice that almost amazed herself. "Tell you? Ay, by Heaven. If I had my pistol here, I'd answer you so that you should never ask again!" Kyllikki shuddered a chill sense of utter helplessness came over her.
Kyllikki watched him with beaming eyes. Following after, she stood in the doorway and looked round, with a little cry of surprise and pleasure, taking it all in at a glance the genial welcome of the blazing fire, the tiny bed, he had told her nothing of this, the sofa close by, and the tray set out on the table, and coffee standing ready.... But Olof was bending over the cradle.
"Kyllikki," he whispered entreatingly, "have you forgiven me everything?" "Yes, everything," she answered, smiling through her tears, and threw her arms round his neck. "It was childish of me to cry." Gratefully, and with a new delight, he pressed her to his heart.... "Olof, don't put out the light yet let it burn till the morning." Kyllikki lay stretched on the sofa.
He went in to Louhi and begged her to give him one of her daughters in marriage, but Louhi refused, saying: 'Thou hast already taken one wife from Lapland, the fair Kyllikki, and I will give thee neither the loveliest nor yet the ugliest of my daughters. Still Lemminkainen kept urging her, and at last, to get rid of him, she said: 'I will never give one of my daughters to a worthless man.
But Kyllikki wept and begged Lemminkainen to give her back her freedom, saying, 'Oh, give me back my freedom, cruel Lemminkainen; let me return on foot to my grieving father and mother. If thou wilt not let me go, O Ahti, I will curse thee and will call upon my seven valiant brothers to pursue and kill thee.
"Your letter has just come Kyllikki, you cannot think how I have been longing for it. I would have sent the girl to the station, only I knew you would not write till it was post day here. "And you are well that is the main thing; the only thing I care about these days. 'Strong enough to move mountains' I can't say the same about myself. I have been having a miserable time.
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