"Because you seem so very lonely and sad--and that must make you cross with every one who is happy! And it is a pity, I think, that you do not let Britta alone--you only quarrel with each other when you meet.

And would you not like her to think kindly of you when you are dead ?" Lovisa seemed choking with anger,--her face worked into such hideous grimaces, that all present, save Thelma, were dismayed at her repulsive aspect.
"When I am dead!" she muttered hoarsely.

"So you count upon that already, do you?
Ah!.

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