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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. "When she came to herself," went on the sick woman in a trembling voice, "her husband was sitting beside her, with his head in his hands, his face ashy pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his body trembling all over as if shivering with cold. The axe had flown straight over the place where mother and child had been, missing them by an inch, and stuck fast in the cupboard beyond--it was standing there as it stands now...." The woman sighed as if in relief to find the danger past. Olof grasped her hand eagerly, pressed it, and looked imploringly into her eyes. "Yes, yes," she nodded, "he begged forgiveness--and she forgave him. And they were friends again. And that night he fetched up some putty from the cellar and filled the hole the axe had made, and painted it over afterwards. But--you can see where it was...." Olof rose to his feet and walked over mechanically to the cupboard; his elder brother sat still on his chair, looking over at the place in silent horror. "You can see--it struck just between the two sides, and cut deep into the edges. It's plain to be seen, for all it's painted over now. As for the woman...." She broke off suddenly, her face pale and bloodless, her features quivering with painful emotion. "The woman--she forgave him, and never a harsh word between them after. Folk said they lived so happily together.... But the hurt--the hurt was there. A woman's heart's not a thing to be healed with any putty and paint...." * * * * * She was silent, but her face was eloquent with feeling still. Olof went back to his place, took her hand and kissed it again and again, with tears, as if praying for forgiveness. For the first time he realised the inner meaning of his mother's nature as he knew it--the undertone of sadness in her gentle ways. And he could not free himself from a strange, inexplicable feeling of guilt in himself, though till that day he had known nothing of her secret. "And for the man ... well, well, let him rest in peace! 'Twas not from any thought to soil his memory--but you're grown men now, my sons, and when you've wives of your own.... Ay, a good man he was in many ways, a clever worker. And I know he suffered himself for--for the other thing. He'll be judged
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