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Updated: July 1, 2025
A broad stream of light falling, as it were, from the centre of the magnificent orb, shot lengthwise across the Altenfjord, turning its waters to a mass of quivering and shifting color that alternated from bronze to copper, from copper to silver and azure.
But, in truth, these rich and vulgar Yankees seemed to her mind less to be esteemed than the peasants of the Altenfjord, who in many instances possessed finer tact and breeding than old Van Clupp, the man of many dollars, whose father had been nothing but a low navvy, but of whom he spoke now with smirking pride as a real descendant of the Pilgrim Fathers.
He could think of no reason for Thelma's unexpected appearance at the Altenfjord he had forgotten all about the letter that had come from her to her father, the letter which was still in the house, unopened. "Well, well! It is very strange!" Ulrika sighed resignedly. "But it is the Lord's will and we must do our best for her, that's all."
But Gueldmar had only just returned to the Altenfjord after nearly a year's absence, and his hands were too full of work for him to accept his son-in-law's invitation.
He thought, too, with a sort of generous remorse, of that occasion when Sigurd had visited him on board the yacht to implore him to leave the Altenfjord.
Ulrika pulled a thick shawl from the nail where it hung and wrapped it round her. "I am ready," she said, and without more delay, stepped into the waiting sledge, while Valdemar, with an exclamation of gratitude and relief, took his place beside her. "But how is it?" she asked, as the reindeer started off at full speed, "how is it that the bonde's daughter is again at the Altenfjord?"
"It is not as if you were lonely, you have friends already. We are nothing to you. Soon you will go away, and you will think of the Altenfjord as a dream, and our names will be forgotten. That is natural!" What a foolish rush of passion filled his heart as she spoke in those mellow, almost plaintive accents, what wild words leaped to his lips and what an effort it cost him to keep them hack.
The wind that had rioted across the mountains, rooting up great trees in its shrieking career northwards, grew hushed as it approached the Altenfjord there a weird stillness reigned, broken only by the sullen and monotonous plash of the invisible waves upon the scarcely visible shore.
It might have been midnight yet by the clock it was but four in the afternoon. Dreary indeed was the Altenfjord, yet the neighboring village of Talvag was even drearier.
Lorimer what is best to do," she thought. "She is old and wise, and she will know." That night, as she laid her head on her pillow, and Britta threw the warm eidredon over her, she shivered a little and asked "Is it not very cold, Britta?" "Very!" responded her little maid. "And it is beginning to snow." Thelma looked wistful. "It is all snow and darkness now at the Altenfjord," she said.
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