Guldstad [slowly and emphatically].
Yes, say
She ventured in one bottom to embark
Her <g>all</g>, her all upon one card to play,—
And then life's tempest swept the ship away,
And the flower faded as the day grew dark?
Falk [involuntarily].
She must not!
Guldstad [looking at him with meaning].
Hm. So I myself decided
When I was young, like you. In days of old
I was afire for one. Our paths divided.
Last night we met again;—the fire was cold.
Falk.
Last night?
Guldstad.
Last night. You know the parson's dame—
Falk.
What? It was <g>she</g>, then, who—
Guldstad.
Who lit the flame.
Long I remembered her with keen regret,
And still in my remembrance she arose
As the young lovely woman that she was
When in life's buoyant spring-time first we met.
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