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"Yes, yes," agreed Sigurd, seizing the basket full of the pansies he had
plucked. "The sunshine is slipping away, and we cannot live with
shadows! These are not real women, mistress; they are dreams--black
dreams,--I have often fought with dreams, and I know how to make them
afraid! See how the one weeps because she knows me,--and the other is
just going to fall into a grave. I can hear the clods thrown on her
head--thump--thump! It does not take long to bury a dream! Come,
mistress, let us follow the sunshine!"
And, taking the hand she extended towards him, he turned away, looking
back once, however, to call out loudly--
"Good-bye, bad dreams!"
As they disappeared behind the trees, Lovisa turned angrily to the
still-sobbing Ulrika.
"What is this folly?" she exclaimed, striking her staff fiercely into
the ground. "Art mad or bewitched?"
Ulrika looked up,--her plain face swollen and stained with weeping.
"O Lord, have mercy upon me! O Lord, forgive me!" she moaned.


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