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they are intended, but to every one else they lose their wondrous sound. 
It may be said, however, that the reconcilement was so much 
easier as Rosalie had never really thought that the connection had been 
broken entirely and, strange as it may sound, when she wrote her little 
note to Henrik she had a feeling, not as if the tie were cut forever, but 
rather as if it were being prolonged for an indefinite time. Let he 
who can explain it, though it is of no vital importance any more than 
the fact that it soon occurred to Henrik that he, too, had had the same 
feeling. 
However this may be, there was one thing which still lingered in 
Rosalie’s memory after the first rapture—in which the whole estate 
participated—had subsided, and which never ceased to have an exhila¬ 
rating and refreshing influence on her married life: it was the delight 
she took in picturing to herself Henrik traversing the heath guided 
by her love, although ignorant thereof and even unwilling in his suffer¬ 
ing condition. It seemed to her that she had seen with her own eyes 
life’s poetry brought into reality, by his side, with her hand on his 
shoulder, leading him through the wet heather, forcing him forward 
step by step, toward the happiness which had once been lost. These 
memories were forever a source of great happiness to her, and every 
time the subject was discussed it brought to the doctor’s face a tender 
and grateful smile, yet at the same time gave him an uncomfortable 
feeling which he carefully concealed, for he had not the heart to tell 
his wife in plain words that this wonderful, blessed, romantic turn in 
their lives was due to an unromantic pig who had got a bone in his 
throat. 
