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I am not sure of your address, and do not even know if you are still 'Kyllikki, or possibly someone with another name that I do not know. I am too proud to ask news of you from any but yourself. "And now to what I have to say. I have never been able to free myself from you quite, however much I wished.
And while you lie in my arms, they come smiling and whispering and thread their arms between us and offer you their lips...." "Kyllikki!" he cried again, and grasped at her hand like a drowning man. "And then then it is no longer me you hold in your arms, but those others; not my lips, but theirs, you kiss...." She tore her hand away, and broke out weeping anew. Olof sat as if turned to stone.
Lemminkainen and Kyllikki lived together happily for many years, keeping the promises they had made to each other. But one day Lemminkainen had not come home from fishing by sunset, and then the longing to dance was more than Kyllikki could withstand, and she went into the village and joined the maidens in their dance.
Once we are agreed, ten fathers could make no difference. I feel now that I can do what I will. "And that is all for now, Kyllikki. You know how anxiously I wait to hear from you your answer means very much to me. But I know it will be clear and true, whichever way it may be. "My address is, Olof Koskela, as above." "KOHISEVA, 2 Oct. 1897. "OLOF, Your letter found me.
Welcome, dear, welcome a thousand times!" He took her in his arms. "How well you look and lovely! Why, you look younger than ever! Little mother how shall I ever thank you for this!" "It was your gift to me," said Kyllikki softly, with a tender glance at the little bed. Olof led her to a seat, and they talked together in the silent speech of the eyes that is for great moments only.
They sat for a few moments in silence; then Kyllikki entered once more, blushing still, glanced hastily at Olof, and sat down, watching her father's face. At last the old man turned. The scene had left its mark on him, but there was dignity still in his glance as he looked Olof full in the face. "You've made yourself my son-in-law," he said, "though 'twas no wish of mine it should be so.
"Why...!" Olof sprang up suddenly. "I'm forgetting everything to-day. Here I've made coffee all ready, and now...." He lifted the coffee-pot and set it on the tray. "Did you make the coffee?" asked Kyllikki, smiling in wonder. "And who else should do it on such a day? Here!" And they sat down to table, without a word. Presently the child began to whimper. Both rose to their feet.
And they drew together in a close embrace; two suffering creatures, with no refuge but each other. "Olof," whispered Kyllikki after a while, "we must go to rest now you are worn out." Both glanced at the white bridal bed and each turned in dismay to the other, reading each other's thought. "Can't we can't we sleep here on the sofa? it's nearly morning," said Kyllikki timidly.
"What's the matter, then did it hurt?" said Kyllikki tenderly. She lifted the little one in her arms, and began talking to him with her eyes, and smiling, with delicious little movements of her head. The child began to laugh. Without a word, she laid him in Olof's arms. He thanked her with a look, and held the boy close to his breast. All else seemed to have vanished but this one thing.
He blinked his eyes, smacked his lips, and uttered a little whistling sound as if calling some shy bird he had never seen anything like it; it seemed to come of itself. "Laughing he's laughing ... that's the way!" Kyllikki was standing behind him, leaning against the sofa, watching them both. "And his hands! Sturdy hands to drain a marsh! So mother was right, was she? Ey, such a little fist!
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