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It will do them both good and the tongues of Bosekop can waggle as much as they please, none of us will be here to mind them!" "And you will escape your grandmother!" said Thelma amusedly, as she once more set her spinning-wheel in motion. Britta laughed delightedly. "Yes! she will not find her way to England without some trouble!" she exclaimed. "Oh, how happy I shall be!
"We did," he confessed, quietly following Lorimer's cue, and seeing also that it was best to be straightforward. "We heard you spoken of in Bosekop, and we came to see if you would permit us the honor of your acquaintance." The old man struck his pine-staff violently into the ground, and his face flushed wrathfully. "Bosekop!" he exclaimed. "Talk to me of a wasp's nest! Bosekop!
Dyceworthy was confined to his bed "from a severe cold" as he said, and therefore was unable to perform his favorite mission of spy; so that when, one brilliant morning, Bosekop was startled by the steam-whistle of the Eulalie blowing furiously, and echoing far and wide across the surrounding rocky islands, several of the lounging inhabitants paused on the shore, or sauntered down to the rickety pier, to see what was the cause of the clamor.
You have no doubt seen her the Eulalie she lies at anchor in the Fjord." The bonde looked him straight in the eyes. "I have seen her. A fair toy vessel to amuse an idle young man's leisure! You are he that in that fool's hole of a Bosekop, is known as the 'rich Englishman, an idle trifler with time, an aimless wanderer from those dull shores where they eat gold till they die of surfeit!
'She is dead! Satisfactory so far, yet not quite; for, Madame being dead, then what has become of the corpse of Madame? It was never seen, no coffin was ever ordered, and apparently it was never buried! Bien! What follows? The good people of Bosekop draw the only conclusion possible Monsieur Gueldmar, who is said to have a terrific temper, killed Madame and made away with her body. Voila!"
"Is it possible that you have seen her?" "Ah, George, what do you say now?" cried Errington delightedly. "Yes, yes, Valdemar; the Froeken Thelma, as you call her. Who is she? . . . What is she? and how can there be no pretty girls in Bosekop if such a beautiful creature as she lives there?" Valdemar looked troubled and vexed. "Truly, I thought not of the maiden," he said gravely.
"I know it was that Chartreuse," he thought to himself. "That and the midnight sun-effects. Nothing else!" "What!" went on Philip. "No good-looking girls at all about here, eh?" Svensen shook his head, still smilingly. "Not at Bosekop, sir, that I ever heard of." "I say!" broke in Lorimer, "are there any old tombs or sea-caves, or places of that sort close by, worth exploring?"
It was past seven o'clock, an hour that elsewhere would have been considered evening, but in Bosekop at that season it still seemed afternoon. The sun was shining brilliantly, and in the minister's front garden the roses were all wide awake. A soft moisture glittered on every tiny leaf and blade of grass.
She was seen from the shore of Bosekop, by a group of the inhabitants, who, rubbing their dull eyes, could not decide Whether what they beheld was fire, or a new phase of the capricious, ever-changing Northern Lights, the rapidly descending snow rendering their vision bewildered and uncertain.
Onward they sailed, past the grand Lofoden Islands and all the magnificent scenery extending thence to Christiansund, while the inhabitants of Bosekop looked in vain for their return to the Altenfjord.
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