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How willingly would I change places today with that Tyrolese fellow whom we saw last year!" "Oh! If we could but go to the Tyrol again!" exclaimed Erica; but Raeburn shook his head. "Out of the question just now, my child; but next week when this blasphemy trial is over, I must try to get a few days' holiday that is to say, if I don't find myself in prison."
"I had rather not tell you, father, it isn't anything much," said Erica, casting down her eyes as if all at once the paving stones had become absorbingly interesting. "I fancy I know already," said Raeburn. "It is about your friend at the High School, is it not. I thought so. This afternoon I had a letter from her father." "What does he say? May I see it?" asked Erica.
Pogson that, when he martyrs people he need not say: 'The martyrdom will make you hungry here is luncheon money, or 'The torture will tire you here is your cab fare!" "But, madame, excuse me," said the clerk, looking much embarrassed. "I must leave the money, I am bound to leave it." "If you leave it, I shall just throw it into the fireplace before your eyes," said Erica.
Then, when the child grows up to be a man, if he finds himself alone on the mountain or in the forest, he will think of Jesus, and fear no demon: and if a west wind and fog should overtake a woman in her boat on the fiord," he continued, looking with a smile at Erica, "she will never think of Nipen, but rather that she hears her Saviour saying, `Why are ye afraid, O! ye of little faith?"
Erica, very susceptible to all high influences, was more conscious of the ennobling influence of light, and space, and beauty than of the curious eyes which were watching her from below. But all at once her attention was drawn to a group of men who stood near her, and her thoughts were suddenly brought back to the hard, every-day world, from which for a brief moment she had escaped.
Would you call that heathen Chinee fair?" Erica could not help smiling, though she saw what he was driving at. But Charles Osmond felt much too keenly to continue in such a light strain. He was no weak-minded, pleasant conversationalist, but a prophet, who knew how to speak hard truths sometimes.
She breathed more freely, but there was danger still, for Rose was watching her, and feminine curiosity is hard to baffle. "Did you know about it?" she asked. Erica did not reply for a moment, but read on, to gain time; then she threw down the paper with an exclamation of disgust. "How can you read such stuff?" "Yes, but is that the Eric Haeberlein you were named after?
Tonight he thought he saw a chance of good sport, and directly he had said grace, in the momentary pause which usually follows, he turned to Erica with an abrupt, though outwardly courteous question, carried off with a little laugh. "I hope you are no relation to that despicable infidel who bears your name, Miss Raeburn?"
He found Erica looking very white and fragile, and with lines of suffering about her mouth; but, though physically weary, her mind seemed as vigorous as ever. She received him with her usual frankness, and with more animation in her look than he had seen for some weeks. "I did think you perfectly horrid yesterday!" she exclaimed.
What would Erica have thought if she had beheld this fruit of so many milkings and skimmings, so much boiling and pressing, devoured by greedy Lapps in their dirty tent?
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