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As touching my lack of land, I have Nebbegaard left; a poor estate and barren, yet I think you would be glad of it, to add to the lands of which you robbed us." "Well," said Borre, "I would give a certain price for it, but not my daughter, nor anything near so precious to me." "Give me one long ship," said Ebbe; "the swiftest of your seven which ride in the strait between Egeskov and Stryb.
Even when I had won him over, he refused to take the coffer I placed in his hands, though it held his mother's jewels, few but precious. But entering with the last, as became his humble rank of esquire, he laid nothing at the lady's feet save his sword and the chain that she herself had given him. "You bring little, Squire Ebbe," said the Knight Borre, from his seat beside his daughter.
Then the squad marched in and formed up, their faces glowing with enthusiasm, and the file-leader shouted: "EBBI POLLI, I had chickens!" "Good!" I said. "Go on, the next." "AVEST POLLI, thou hadst chickens!" "Fine! Next!" "EBBE POLLI, he had chickens!" "Moltimoltissimo! Go on, the next!" "AVEMMO POLLI, we had chickens!" "Basta-basta aspettatto avanti last man CHARGE!"
Of the life of its burgesses in this earlier period of Oxford life we know little or nothing. The names of its parishes, St. Aldate, St. Ebbe, St. Mildred, and St. Edmund, show how early church after church gathered round the earlier church of St. Martin. The minster of St.
From the window came "Sai cos' ebbe cuore!" sung as only Nora could sing it. The ferrule of Flora Desimone's parasol bit deeply into the clover-turf. "Do you know the Duchessa?" asked Flora Desimone. "Yes." It was three o'clock the same afternoon. The duke sat with his wife under the vine-clad trattoria on the quay. Between his knees he held his Panama hat, which was filled with ripe hazelnuts.
He discovered that the lot of land offered by Browne to Levitan, and standing in Hubert's name, was originally part of the property owned by Ebbe Petersen, the unfortunate Swede who, with his family, had perished in the Geiser off Cape Sable in 1888.
Ebbe ran at once to the corner where the birds struggled; but as he picked up the pelt he happened to glance towards the western wall, and in the gateway there stood a maiden with her hand on the bridle of a white palfrey. Her dog came running towards Ebbe as he stood.
This witness, who was but a child when the incident had occurred, clearly recalled the fact that Ebbe Petersen had not decided to take his wife and daughter with him on the voyage until a few days before they sailed. They had then invited her, the witness now a Mrs. Cantwell to go with them, but her mother had declined to allow her to do so. Mrs. Petersen, moreover, according to Mrs.
So it was that two nights later Ebbe supped at Egeskov, and was kept drinking by the old knight for an hour maybe after the lady Mette had risen and left the hall for her own room. But as Ebbe shook his rein, and moved out of the torchlight, came the damsel Mette stealing out of the shadow upon the far side of the horse. He reached down a hand, and she took it, and sprang up behind him.
Better had we done to trust her than to hide it all this while, for she turned to Ebbe, who stood at her shoulder, and "Is not this the feast of Yule?" she asked. My master bent his head, but without answering. "Ah!" she cried to him.
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