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"She has not the brightness the angel look les yeux d'enfant, that we beheld in her at that far Norwegian Fjord. Britta is anxious for her." Lorimer looked up, and smiled a little. "Britta? It's always Britta with you, mon cher! One would think " he paused and laughed. "Think what you please!" exclaimed Duprez, with a defiant snap of his fingers.
Gueldmar exacts our obedience! Phil, you take care of the queen!" And skillfully pushing on Duprez and Macfarlane before him, he followed Gueldmar, who preceded them all, thus leaving his friend in a momentary comparative solitude with Thelma. The girl was a little startled as she saw them thus taking their departure, and sprang up from her stalactite throne in haste.
"He's good man," said Duprez to Ben Fallows, who had taken all this time to recover from the shock of Barney's sudden appearance. "But de preechere, he's go hup dat rapide lak one oiseau las' night." "Did, eh?" answered Ben. "Well, he didn't put in three summers on the Mattawa fer nothin'. He's a bird in the canoe, an' so's his bro that is the doctor there. Wonder if he'll catch him!"
Something in these latter words struck Lorimer, for, raising himself in his seat, he asked, "Surely Mr. Dyceworthy, with all his stupidity, doesn't carry it so far as to believe in witchcraft?" "Oh, indeed he does," exclaimed Duprez; "he believes in it a la lettre! He has Bible authority for his belief. He is very firm firmest when drunk!" And he laughed gaily.
Nourrit, who was subject to alternate fits of excitement and depression, was maddened to such a degree by a series of articles praising Duprez at his expense, that his friends feared for his sanity, a dread which was ominously realized in Italy two years afterward, where Nourrit was then singing.
Now you know her history, she would be happy enough if her grandmother would let her alone; but the silly old woman thinks the girl is under a spell, and that Thelma is the witch that works it;" and the old farmer laughed. "There's a grain of truth in the notion too, but not in the way she has of looking at it." "All women are witches!" said Duprez. "Britta is a little witch herself!"
Everything was very quiet the inhabitants of the place retired to rest early and the one principal street was absolutely deserted. Duprez alighted. "Stay you here, Britta," he said, lightly kissing the hand that held the pony's reins. "I will make an examination of the windows of the house. Yes before knocking at the door! You wait with patience. I will let you know everything!"
All eagerly expressed their desire to accompany him with the exception of one, Pierre Duprez, he had disappeared. "Why, where has he gone?" demanded Lorimer in some surprise. "I canna tell," replied Macfarlane. "He just slipped awa' while ye were haverin' about Dyceworthy he'll maybe join us at the shore."
"He was no sae drunk at the time he tauld us." persisted Macfarlane in his most obstinate, most dictatorial manner. "Ye see, it's just this way " "Ah, pardon!" interrupted Duprez briskly. "Our dear Sandy is an excellent talker, but he is a little slow. Thus it is, mon cher Errington. This gentleman named Gueldmar had a most lovely wife a mysterious lady, with an evident secret.
"And what do ye mean by the berg-folk?" inquired Macfarlane. "They are supposed to be the souls of persons who died impenitent," said Thelma, "and they are doomed to wander, on the hills till the day of judgment. It is a sort of purgatory." Duprez shook his fingers emphatically in the air. "Ah, bah!" he said; "what droll things remain still in the world!
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