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declared that it was from the time of his birth that
things had gone amiss between the parents. The first time that his father
saw him the nurse reported that he "came in like a lord and went out
like a beggar!" The mother lay down again and laughed; the nurse had
never seen the like of it before. Had he expected that his child must of
necessity resemble him, only to find it the image of its mother?
When the boy was old enough he loved to wander across to his father's
rooms where there were so many curious things to see; his father
always received him kindly, talking in a way suited to his childish
intelligence, but he would take occasion to cut away a quantity of his
hair. His mother let it grow free and long like her own, and his father
perpetually cut it. The boy would have been glad enough to be rid of it,
but when he grew a little older, he comprehended his father's motive,
and thenceforth he was on his guard.
When the people on the estate had told him something of his father's
highly-coloured histories of his feats of strength and his achievements
by land and water, the boy began to feel a shy admiration for him, but
at the same time he felt all the more strongly the intolerable yoke which
he laid upon them--upon every living being on the estate. It became a
secret religion with him to oppose his father and help his mother, for it
was she who suffered. He would resemble her even to his hair, he
would protect her, he would make it all up to her. It was a positive
delight to him when his father made him suffer: he absolutely felt
proud when he called him Rafaella, instead of Rafael, the name which
his mother had chosen for him; it was the one that she loved best.
No one was allowed to use the boats or the carriage, no one might walk

through the woods, which had been fenced in, the horses were never
taken out. No repairs were undertaken; if Fru Kaas attempted to have
anything done at her own expense, the workmen were ordered off:
there could no longer be any doubt about it, he wished everything to go
to rack and ruin. The property went from bad to worse, and the
woods--well! It was no secret, every one on the place talked about
it--the timber was being utterly ruined. The best and largest trees were
already rotten; by degrees the rest would become so.
At twelve years of age Rafael began to receive religious teaching from
the Dean: the only subject in which his mother did not instruct him. He
shared these lessons with Helene, the Dean's only child, who was four
years younger than Rafael and of whom he was devotedly fond.
The Dean told them the story of David. The narrative was unfolded
with additions and explanations; the boy made a picture of it to himself;
his mother had taught him everything in this way.
Assyrian warriors with pointed beards, oblique eyes, and oblong
shields, had to represent the Israelites; they marched by in an endless
procession. He saw the blue-green of the vineyards on the hillside, the
shadow of the dusty palm-trees upon the dusty road. Then a wood of
aromatic trees into which all the warriors fled.
Then followed the story of Absalom.
"Absalom rebelled against his father, what a dreadful thing to think of,"
said the Dean. "A grown-up man to rebel against his father." He
chanced to look towards Rafael, who turned as red as fire.
The thought which was constantly in his mind was that when he was
grown up he should rebel against his father.
"But Absalom was punished in a marvellous manner," continued the
Dean. "He lost the battle, and as he fled through the woods, his long
hair caught in a tree, the horse ran away from under him, and he was
left hanging there until he was run through by a spear."

Rafael could see Absalom hanging there, not in the long Assyrian
garments, not with a pointed beard. No! Slender and young, in Rafael's
tight-fitting breeches and stockings, and with his own red hair! Ah!
how distinctly he saw it! The horse galloping far away--the grey one at
home which he used to ride by stealth when his father was asleep after
dinner. He could see the tall, slender lad, dangling and swaying, with a
spear through his body. Distinctly! Distinctly!
This vision, which he never mentioned to a soul, he could not get rid of.
To be left hanging there by his hair--what a strange punishment for
rebelling against his father!
Certainly he already knew the history, but till