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There were some words engraved on the back of it, and after some trouble Mr. Dyceworthy spelt them out. They were "Passio Christi, conforta me. Thelma." He shook his head with a sort of resigned cheerfulness. "Hopelessly damned," he murmured again gently, "unless "
When I came he was making love and frightening her, I am pleased I was in time. But" and he smiled again "he is well beaten!" Sir Philip strode up to the fallen Dyceworthy, his face darkening with wrath. "Let him go, Lorimer," he said sternly. Then, as the reverend gentleman slowly struggled to his feet, moaning with pain, he demanded, "What have you to say for yourself, sir?
Yea, truly, it hath oft been considered as damnatory to the soul, more especially in the cases of women immured as nuns, who encourage themselves in an undue familiarity with our Lord, by gazing long and earnestly upon his body nailed to the accursed tree." Here Mr. Dyceworthy paused for breath. Thelma was silent, but a faint smile gleamed on her face.
"Thou art violently carried away from grace; there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of a fat old man, a tun of man is thy companion." The Reverend Charles Dyceworthy sat alone in the small dining-room of his house at Bosekop, finishing a late tea, and disposing of round after round of hot buttered toast with that suave alacrity he always displayed in the consumption of succulent eatables.
For Britta has been caught by his daughter's evil spell. Britta is mine, and I must have her back. Understand me well! do what you have to do without delay! Surely it is an easy thing to ruin a woman!" Ulrika stood as though absorbed in meditation, and said nothing for some moments. At last she murmured as though to herself "Mr. Dyceworthy could do much if "
There is no other remedy! But two days since, the child of my neighbor Engla passed her on the Fjord; and now the boy has sickened of some strange disease, and 'tis said he will die. Again, the drove of cattle owned by Hildmar Bjorn were herded home when she passed by. Now they are seized by the murrain plague! Tell your good saint Dyceworthy these things; if he can find no cure, I can, and will!"
Dyceworthy could realize what had happened, he was pinioned against his own wall by an active, wiry, excited individual, whose black eyes sparkled with gratified rage, whose clenched fist was dealing him severe thumps all over his fat body. "Ha, ha! You will, will you!" cried Duprez, literally dancing up against him and squeezing him as though he were a jelly.
It happens often during the long winters; the people have not sufficient to occupy their minds; no clergyman not even Dyceworthy can satisfy the height of their fanaticism.
It was a crucifix of mother-o'-pearl and silver, the symbol of the Christian faith. But it seemed to carry no sacred suggestions to the soul of Mr. Dyceworthy. On the contrary, he looked at it with an expression of meek ridicule, ridicule that bordered on contempt. "A Roman," he murmured placidly to himself, between two large bites of toast. "The girl is a Roman, and thereby hopelessly damned."
"Our manners are infinitely corrupted, and wonderfully incline to the worse; of our customs there are many barbarous and monstrous." The next day was very warm and bright, and that pious Lutheran divine, the Reverend Charles Dyceworthy, was seriously encumbered by his own surplus flesh material as he wearily rowed himself across the Fjord towards Olaf Gueldmar's private pier.
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