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"He is a saint a saint!" cried Lovisa wildly. "And shall the daughter of Satan withstand his power?" And she clapped her hands in a sort of fierce ecstasy. Thelma glanced at her pityingly and smiled. "A saint! Poor thing, how little you know him!" she said. "And it is a pity you should hate me, for I have done you no wrong.
Nay rather the lowest circle of the furthest and fiercest everlasting fires and thither do I commend her! Farewell!" Rapidly muffling himself up in his wraps, he strode out of the house. He sprang into his sledge, throwing a generous gratuity to the small Laplander who had taken charge of it, and who now ventured to inquire "Has the good Lovisa left us?" Gueldmar burst into a hard laugh. "Good!
Gueldmar raised his head his face was full of rapt and expectant gravity, his action, too, was somewhat singular, for he drew the knife from his girdle and kissed the hilt solemnly, returning it immediately to its sheath. At the same moment Lovisa uttered a loud cry, and flinging the coverings from her, strove to rise from her bed.
"By the sword of Odin!" cried the bonde, "the woman must be mad! my answer? The girl has spoken for herself, and plainly enough too! Art thou deaf, Lovisa Elsland? or are thy wits astray?" "My hearing is very good," replied Lovisa calmly, "and my mind, Olaf Gueldmar, is as clear as yours.
And it is a pity, I think, that you do not let Britta alone you only quarrel with each other when you meet. And would you not like her to think kindly of you when you are dead?" Lovisa seemed choking with anger, her face worked into such hideous grimaces, that all present, save Thelma, were dismayed at her repulsive aspect. "When I am dead!" she muttered hoarsely.
"They may be in the woods, or up towards the orchard." Gueldmar shook his head and drew his fuzzy white brows together in puzzled meditation suddenly he started and struck his staff forcibly on the ground. "I have it!" he exclaimed. "That old hag Lovisa is at the bottom of this!" "By Jove!" cried Errington. "I believe you're right! What shall we do?"
Recovering by slow degrees, Lovisa once more spoke her voice was weaker, and sounded a long way off. "Yea, the Lord hath been on my side!" she said, and the hideous blasphemy rattled in her throat as it was uttered. "Listen and hear how He delivered mine enemy into my hands. I watched her always I followed her many and many a time, though she never saw me.
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