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The men stared at him in wonder; his voice was strange and hard as that of the old man who had spoken before. "Up with you come!" said Olof, with sudden impatience. And, turning abruptly, he strode down to the shore. The men stared after him, then, rising, covered their fire, and followed down to the river. No! I must live while I am young; breathe freely while I can!
"And then I must go mother is waiting." "Must you?" They rose to their feet, and he fastened the blossoms at her breast. "How good you are!" he said, with a sense of unspeakable joy and thankfulness. "And you too.... Good-bye, Olof." "Good-bye fairy!" He stood in the clearing, watching her as she went, till the last glimpse of her had vanished between the trees.
It flew from his hand, the steel shone in the lamplight and what happened after she did not know...." It was as if the axe had fallen at that moment, striking them all three. The mother closed her eyes. Olof was trembling from head to foot; his brother crouched in his seat, his features stiff with horror.
"'Tis a sound thrashing you should have and don't be too sure but that you'll have it yet." Olof did not venture to look up, but the voice told that his father was working himself into a passion. "What's to come of you, hey, d'you think? Getting the wenches with child to begin with and what next?" "Father!" It was his mother's voice. Her face was anxious, as if in dread of coming disaster.
"Thought of me? yes, perhaps you have, now and again. There was something of it in your letter you felt it then. And I took it as a prayer for forgiveness, and I could have faced it all as it was I was thinking more of you than of myself. But now...." "O God this is madness!" cried Olof, his voice choking with sobs.
Olof stopped, and smiled as if to fix the picture of this bright young creature indelibly in his mind. The voice of the gloom spoke again: "So she is to live just for your pleasure like all the others?" The smile died from the young man's face. "Go on your sister is sitting on your lap, looking mischievously into your eyes...?" "No, no not like that no.
Olof married a good-looking nobleman, and that is the end of the story. There were once upon a time five-and twenty tin-soldiers all brothers, as they were made out of the same old tin spoon. Their uniform was red and blue, and they shouldered their guns and looked straight in front of them.
"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.
No words could ever tell how she loved him." She looked at Olof as if to see the effect of what she had said. "That begins well. Go on," said Olof. But a thought was slowly taking form in his mind. "And they sat in the woods, under the tall birches, and talked of how happy they were. But the girl could not have the boy for her own they had to say good-bye.
I can talk to you at night before I sleep, and in the morning you will be the first thing I see. I can whisper to you just as I used to do. And when I am dead, you shall be buried with me." Olof was overwhelmed with emotion it was as if something within him had been rent asunder. He looked at the girl's face how pure and holy it was! Why could not he himself be as she was?
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