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tunately Lundtofte had its own library. After impatiently putting 
aside her embroidery, the young girl fetched a copy of Oehlenschlager’s 
poems, and at the request of the older lady began reading aloud. It 
was the romance about Aage and Else. Before she had reached the 
end, she suddenly stopped, exclaiming, “I wonder how these legends 
arise, about lovers who step forth from their graves? I am sure they 
are not taken from real life.” 
The old lady’s reply led the conversation to the subject of ghosts; 
then with a jump it turned again to love, and once more drifted on to 
ghosts, until the young girl said,—“It would be worth while meeting 
some one in this life who had the power and the will to appear to us 
after death.” 
The old lady replied,—“Those who would do that for us, we prob¬ 
ably do not see in the right light until they are in their graves.” 
Then silence followed in which each was occupied with her own 
thoughts. 
Suddenly the maid appeared and said,—“Some one is outside ask¬ 
ing for shelter.” 
“What sort of a person?” demanded the old lady. 
“I don’t know. He looks awful, as if he was steeped in his own 
clothes.” 
“ Is he a j ourneyman ?” 
“No, he wears a white shirt—even though it is no longer white.” 
“I wonder who it can be? Ask him his name.” 
The maid left, but returned immediately, saying,—“He is lying 
outside.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“Yes, he is lying outside, I am afraid he is dead.” 
They all hurried into the hall. The young girl uttered a cry at 
the sight of Henrik Falk, for he it was—our wandering doctor—as 
my reader no doubt has guessed. The old lady gave instructions to get 
a room ready, to put warm sheets on the bed, and so forth. 
It took several days before the doctor regained consciousness, and 
when it happened, he experienced something which every one in his 
own way may expect to encounter once in his life, namely a miracle,— 
something so wonderful and exquisite that it does not seem to come to 
us from natural sources, according to rules and merits or even by 
accident, but must have befallen us by the grace of God. 
Rosalie was sitting at his bedside, lovelier than ever, beautified 
through her very sacrifice, fairy-like and glorified by the suddenness, 
the strangeness, and the enchantment of the whole occurrence. 
How these two again joined the bond that had been torn asunder 
more than five years ago, my reader must picture for himself. Such 
reconciliations are made in words which have a strange and mysterious 
power over those by whom they are expressed and those for whom 
