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The folk-song represents Dagmar as urging the King with her dying breath "that Bengerd, my lord, that base bad dame you never to wife will take." Bengerd, or Berengaria, was a Portuguese princess whom Valdemar married in spite of the warning, two years later. As the people had loved the fair Dagmar, so they hated the proud Southern beauty, whether with reason or not.
But we had met him afterwards at Norfolk Island, and again at Sydney, and we knew now that we should never cease to meet him during our sojourn on this earth. An hour later we were on board his yacht, Wilderness, being introduced to MacGregor, the captain, to Mr. Dagmar Caramel, C.M.G., his guest, and to some freshly made American cocktails. Then we were shown over the Wilderness.
As far as the public knows, Cecil Grimshaw perished on the "wall" perished and was buried at Broadenham beneath a pyramid of chrysanthemums. Perished, and became an English immortal his sins erased by his unconscious sacrifice. Perished, and was forgiven by Dagmar. Yet hers was the victory he belonged to her at last. She had not buried his body at Broadenham, but she had buried his work there.
Grimshaw held out his hands, but she ignored them. Then Grimshaw smiled and shrugged his shoulders and said: "I have made two discoveries this past year: That conventionalized religion is the most shocking evil of our day, and that you, my wife, are in love with Doctor Waram." Dagmar held her ground. There was in her eyes a look of inevitable security.
"I want to see that dark old monastery again, and to tell you how I looked from its lofty windows through the chill of wind and the chill of life into the fairest Eden that was ever denied man." "In an hour, then, I will meet you there." "I must correct you. In an hour you will find me there." She left him, retiring with her aunt and the Countess Dagmar.
It was all very bewildering to Dagmar, but just how it happened that she did not return to Flosston immediately was due to a very interesting plan made by Molly and co-operated in by her official father, and finally worked out by the near-official mother. Thus it was that the girl scouts of Flosston and Lieutenant Molly Cosgrove of Franklin stumbled over the same case of a sister in need.
A woman young in face but old in posture scuffled in. She wore a shawl on her head, although the season was warm April, and the plentiful quantities of material swathed in her attire proclaimed her foreign. "Oh, Dagmar. I am tired," she sighed. "I thought you would come down to fix supper for papa. You do not change your skirt? No?" "I was going to, so I locked the door," replied the girl Dagmar.
"I want to give you a lesson in in lawn tennis." Later on, when the victoria was well away from the fort, Dagmar took her companion to task for holding in public friendly discourse with a member of the guard, whoever he might be. "It is altogether contrary to custom, and " but Beverly put her hand over the critical lips and smiled like a guilty child.
"I shall never be able to look that man in the face again," came dolefully from Yetive's humbled lips. Dagmar was all smiles and in the fittest of humors. She was the kind of a culprit who loves the punishment because of the crime. "Wasn't it ridiculous, and wasn't it just too lovely?" she cried.
Instead, she had brought to the alarmed mother the news of her daughter's safety and secretly a plan had been made, whereby this little black-eyed woman would soon come out to Franklin on an evening, to see Dagmar, now known as Rose, and so make sure that the kind offices of the new found friends would be thoroughly understood, and likewise agreed to by Mrs. Brodix.
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