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Absorbed in disappointed reflections, he scarcely heard the enthusiastic praises Lorimer was diplomatically bestowing on the bonde's wine. He hardly felt its mellow flavor on his own palate, though it was in truth delicious, and fit for the table of a monarch. Gueldmar noticed the young baronet's abstraction, and addressed him with genial kindness.
If the snuffling Dyceworthy and I competed at a spelling examination, I'm pretty sure 'tis I would have the prize! But, as I said, you know us, and if our ways are likely to offend you, then let us part good friends before the swords are fairly drawn." "No sword will be drawn on my side, I assure you, sir," said Errington, advancing and laying one hand on the bonde's shoulder.
He had seen to the proper management of his estates, well! any one with a grain of self-respect and love of independence would do the same. He had travelled and amused himself, he had studied languages and literature, he had made many friends; but after all said and done, the bonde's cutting observations had described him correctly enough.
To his intense relief he found Gueldmar lying calmly back among his pillows, his eyes well open and clear, and an expression of perfect peace upon his features. He smiled as he saw his servant enter. "All is in readiness?" he asked. Valdemar bent his head in silent assent. The bonde's face lightened with extraordinary rapture. "I thank thee, old friend!" he said in low but glad accents.
"No offense," said Macfarlane, secretly astonished at the old bonde's fervor, for had not he, though himself intending to become a devout minister of the Word, had not he now and then felt a creeping doubt as to whether, after all, there was any truth in the doctrine of another life than this one. "I only thocht ye might have perhaps questioned the probabeelity o't, in your own mind?"
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.
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.
'Now rests Grøn and his Phane; They followed the quick buck and hind. Thank, peasant, the good God, That now you can safely go through the fjord. There is a story of Grøn. He halted one night and knocked at a Bonde's door, and told him to hold his hounds by a leash. Grøn rode away, and was absent two hours. At length he returned, but across his horse was a mermaid, which he had shot.
"You will sit here, Monsieur Duprez," she said, leading him to the bonde's arm-chair which Errington instantly vacated, "and father will bring you a good glass of wine. And the pain will be nothing when I have attended to that cruel wound. But I am so sorry, so very sorry, to see you suffer!" Pierre did indeed present rather a dismal spectacle.
"You've done it this time, old boy," said Lorimer, speaking in a whisper, though he knew not why. "This is the old bonde's own private landing-place evidently, and here's a footpath leading somewhere. Shall we follow it?"
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