Then she rose and put out her hands to him:
“Come ... Cordt ... let us go. We will sit with him a little and talk to him, quietly and cheerfully, till the shadows disappear. Then we will come down here again and they will return, when he is alone. But we will go up every day and fight with them for him and win him.”
He rose heavily and took her hand.
Fru Adelheid led him through the room like a child. They went through the long passage and up the secret stairs.... She was always a little in front of him. Her eyes shone with happiness. The bells rang out in her soul and she held Cordt’s hand so fast as though she would never let it go.
They came to the door of the old room and knocked and listened. She looked at him and bent over his hand and kissed it with streaming tears.
Then she opened the door briskly and went in with head uplifted and drew him after her.
Over by the window sat Cordt’s son, in one of the big chairs. He had shot himself.
THE END.
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