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Any way, they thought very little about it, they had had excitement of another kind in the arrival of Ulrika from Talvig, bringing accounts of the godly Lovisa Elsland's death.
After this parenthesis, she resumed the conversation, Valdemar Svensen sitting silently apart, and related all that had happened since Thelma's arrival at the Altenfjord. She also gave an account of Lovisa Elsland's death, though Britta was not much affected by the loss of her grandmother. "Dreadful old thing!" she said with a shudder. "I'm glad I wasn't with her!
His neighbors followed his example, and, save for two or three red glimmers of light here and there, the little village looked as though it had been deserted long ago a picture of frost-bound silence and solitude. Meanwhile, in Lovisa Elsland's close and comfortless dwelling, stood Olaf Gueldmar.
The Lapp stood pondering and gazing after it, with the bonde's money in his palm, till the cold began to penetrate even his thick skin-clothing and his fat little body, well anointed with whale-oil though it was, and becoming speedily conscious of this, he scampered with extraordinary agility, considering the dimensions of his snow-shoes, into the hut where he had his dwelling, relating to all who choose to hear, the news of old Lovisa Elsland's death, and the account of his brief interview with the dreaded but generous pagan.
The hideous malevolence of Lovisa Elsland's nature had shown her that there may be bad Lutherans, the invariable tenderness displayed by the Gueldmars for her unrecognized, helpless and distraught son, had proved to her that there may be good heathens. Hearing thus suddenly of the bonde's death, she was strangely affected she could almost have wept.
Gueldmar leaned from his motionless sledge and listened in awe it was the same sound he had before heard as he stood by Lovisa Elsland's death-bed and was in truth nothing but a strong current of wind blowing through the arched and honeycombed rocks by the sea, towards the higher land, creating the same effect as though one should breathe forcibly through a pipe-like instrument of dried and hollow reeds, and being rendered more resonant by the intense cold, it bore a striking similarity to the full blast of a war-trumpet.
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