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The gospel is a law, a natural law, and oh, such a beautiful one!" "Why haven't I heard this before?" exclaimed he. "Why isn't it written in our books, and taught us in our childhood? Signe, I am a bit bewildered yet."
"I know all about such teachings," said Signe, as she went for her Bible. "They were drilled into me in the old country." "Now," continued he, "I see that such doctrines lower man, who is, in fact, a child of God. I cannot perceive that an Allwise Parent would thus take away the agency of His children.
Signe Dahl sat in the little coupe of the railroad train which was carrying her to Christiania. She was the sole occupant of the compartment, her big valise resting on the opposite seat. Out through the lowered window she looked at the flying landscape, a mingling of pine hills, waters, and green meadows. An hour ago she had boarded the train at Holmen, the nearest station to Nordal.
Persons desirous of visiting this door at the present day will recognize it by this inscription engraved in white letters on the black wall: "J'ADORE CORALIE, 1823. SIGNE UGENE." "Signe" stands in the text. "Ugh!" said the scholar; "'tis here, no doubt." The key was in the lock, the door was very close to him; he gave it a gentle push and thrust his head through the opening.
"Signe," said he, after supper, "I can guess pretty well why you came home so soon. I had a talk with Hr. Bogstad before he went to the saeter." The girl's heart beat rapidly, but she said nothing. "Did he speak to you about why did you run away from him, girl?" "Father, you know I don't like Hr. Bogstad. I don't know why; he is nice and all that, but I don't like him anyway."
Shame Blushing Griefe, for the discovery of some defect of ability is SHAME, or the passion that discovereth itself in BLUSHING; and consisteth in the apprehension of some thing dishonourable; and in young men, is a signe of the love of good reputation; and commendable: in old men it is a signe of the same; but because it comes too late, not commendable.
So it growing towards night, and the tyde almost spent we hastened with our things down to the shallop, and got aboard that night, intending to have brought some Beades and other things to have left in the houses in signe of Peace and that we meant to truk with them, but it was not done by means of our hasty comming away from Cape Cod; but so soon as we can meet conveniently with them we will give them full satisfaction."
Let her go and milk the cow. It's getting late." So Signe escaped with her pail into the little stable where the cow had been awaiting her for over an hour. But she was a long time milking, that evening. "Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, into a land that I will show thee." Gen. 12:1.
Then she pressed into the middle of each a lump of butter which soon melted into a tiny yellow pond. "I should like to hear some of these ideas of yours," remarked the visitor to Signe, who had so far forgotten her manners as to be blowing her spoonful of mush before dipping it into the butter. "I wish I were an artist," said she, without seeming to notice his remarks.
'Cousin, qoud the kynge, 'it is a greate goode token to you, and an evyl signe to me. 'How knowe you that? quod the duke. 'I knowe it well, quod the kynge.
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