"No, no, I've never been unfaithful to him yet. I won't; I've never--
never...."
He draws her to him suddenly, kisses her a full minute, two minutes, a
deep, unbroken kiss; she leans back from the waist, her hand slips where
it holds, and she gives way....
A white mist gathers before my eyes. So ... they have come to it now. Now
he takes her, has his will and joy of her....
A melancholy weariness and rest comes over me. I feel miserable and alone.
It is late; my heart has had its day....
Through the white mist comes a leaping figure; it is Ragnhild coming up
from among the bushes, running with her tongue thrust out.
* * * * *
The engineer came up to me, nodded _Godmorgen_, and asked me to mend
the summer-house door.
"Is it broken again?"
"Yes, it got broken last night."
It was early for him to be about--no more than halfpast four; we
farm-hands had not yet started for the fields. His eyes showed small and
glittering, as if they burned; likely enough he had not slept all night.
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