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Britta was quite unconscious of having said anything out of the common she was addressing herself to Svensen. "Where is the bonde buried, Valdemar?" she asked in a low tone. He looked at her with a strange, mysterious smile. "Buried? Do you suppose his body could mix itself with common earth? No! he sailed away, Britta away yonder!"
"Don't be a fool, George," said Errington, half vexedly, as the hot color mounted to his face in spite of himself. "It is all idle curiosity, nothing else. After what Svensen told us, I'm quite as anxious to see this gruff old bonde as his daughter." Lorimer held up a reproachful finger. "Now, Phil, don't stoop to duplicity not with me, at any rate. Why disguise your feelings?
"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.
But Britta's name recalled the old woman to herself, and when she spoke again it was quite collectedly, and in her usual harsh voice. She seemed to forget all that she had just uttered, for she turned her eyes upon the bonde, as though she had but then perceived him. "So you are come, Olaf Gueldmar!" she said. "It is well for the hand of Death is upon me."
And his face beamed with a candid, winning, boyish smile, which was very captivating in its own way, and which certainly had its effect on the old bonde, for his tone softened, though he said gravely "My acquaintance, young men, is never sought by any. Those who are wise, keep away from me. I love not strangers, it is best you should know it.
The cause of the sensation was very simple. It was an announcement in the Times under the head of "Marriages" and ran as follows: "At the English Consulate, Christiania, Sir Philip Bruce-Errington, Bart., to Thelma, only daughter of Olaf Gueldmar, bonde, of the Altenfjord, Norway. No cards." "There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys." "I think," said Mrs.
I have a long list of acquaintances undoubtedly, infinite bores, most of them, and whether they approve or disapprove of my actions is to me a matter of profound indifference." "See you!" said the bonde firmly and earnestly. "It would be an ill day for me if I gave my little one to a husband who might mind! I only say might, in the course of years, regret having married her."
But in this case no medical skill would have been availing the old man's ribs were crushed in and his spine injured, his death was a question of but a few hours at the utmost, if so long. "Olaf the King!" muttered the bonde presently, "True! They make no mistakes yonder, they know each warrior by name and rank 'tis only in this world we are subject to error. This world!
Opening a door to the right the bonde stood courteously aside and bade them enter, and they found themselves in the very apartment where they had seen the maiden spinning. "Sit down, sit down!" said their host hospitably. "We will have wine directly, and Thelma shall come hither. Thelma! Thelma! Where is the child? She wanders hither and thither like a mountain sprite.
Unconsciously they had both raised their voices a little during the latter part of their hasty dialogue, and at the instant when Lorimer uttered the last words, a heavy hand was laid on each of their shoulders, a hand that turned them round forcibly away from the window they had been gazing at, and a deep, resonant voice addressed them. "The bonde?
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