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Updated: June 14, 2025
"When my lord departs, I am alone and friendless!" The bonde regarded him with kindly pity. "Tears from the stout heart?" he inquired with a sort of grave wonder. "Weep for life, Valdemar not for death! Alone and friendless? Not while the gods are in heaven!
He told him he had dreamt he would find a treasure on Veile bridge. The officer replied, 'I dreamt that I should find a treasure in a barn near Fredericia, belonging to a Bonde he named. It was the man's own name. He found the treasure. One day he was out looking round for a place to build the church on when he met his brother, who did not know what had happened.
The date of his own death not having been filled in, it is probable he is buried elsewhere. Next to his is the monument of Thomas Bonde, dated March, 1600, with a quaint inscription beginning: "At Earth in Cornwell was my first begininge, from Bondes and Corringtons as it may apere." Next to this is the monument of Katharine Hart, of which a representation is given by Faulkner.
Britta, on perceiving her, uttered a faint shriek, and without considering the propriety of her action, buried her nut-brown curls and sparkling eyes in Duprez's coat-sleeve, which, to do the Frenchman justice, was exceedingly prompt to receive and shelter its fair burden. The bonde rose from his chair, and his face grew stern. "What do you here, Lovisa Elsland?
One day, however, a Bonde washed a horse that had the glanders at the spring, when it at once dried up. The Swedes hung him up to his own church door by his beard to a great hook, and he is said to have hung there a long time; but at last they took him down, and hung him on a gallows. He was priest at Veile, and the governor of the Latin school there, from 1614 to 1619."
Gueldmar heard her not he was looking towards a low pallet bed, on which lay, extended at full length, an apparently insensible form. "Has she been long thus?" he asked, in a low voice. "Since last night," replied the woman no other than Mr. Dyceworthy's former servant, Ulrika. "She wakened suddenly, and bade me send for you. To-day she has not spoken." The bonde sighed somewhat impatiently.
The bonde listened to her full, sweet, reproachful voice as a tough old lion might listen to the voice of its tamer, uncertain whether to yield or spring. He wiped his heated brow and stared around him shamefacedly.
"The woman must be crazy!" exclaimed the bonde, thoroughly mystified, then placing his arm through Errington's, he said impatiently, "You're right, my lad! We've had enough of this. Let us shake the dust of this accursed place off our feet and get home. I'm tired out!"
Gueldmar entered, but did not sit down, Errington shut the door against the rain and beating spray and also remained standing. After a pause, during which the bonde seemed struggling with some inward emotion, he said resolutely "Sir Philip, you are a young man, and I am an old one. I would not willingly offend you for I like you yes!"
From the devouring fame that is never quenched? From the torturing thirst and heat and darkness of hell, who shall escape?" "Nay, if that is all the comfort thy creed can give thee," said the bonde, with a half-smile, "'tis but a poor staff to lean on!" Lovisa looked at him mockingly. "And is thine so strong a prop to thy pride?" she asked disdainfully.
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