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When she now had packed him in the blanket again, and the fright at finding the unconscious Erick and the fear of his taking cold had passed a little, then it came into her mind that the people of the parsonage did not know what had become of him, and that they too would be anxious about him. She went again to the bed and tried to bring the deeply hidden Erick up again.
So it was decided, and when Erick came into the study the pastor pointed to a seat and said: "Now sit down in front of me" for he himself sat on the large sofa "look into my eyes, and tell me everything from the beginning and exactly what happened yesterday before you came into church, also what you intended to do, for I have heard all kinds of things."
She suddenly broke forth to Edi, who was entirely lost in his book: "Although you read a thousand books one after the other, and act as if one did not tell anything, and you think that one must have no friendship with any human being on this earth but only for the thousand-thousand-year-old Egyptians, yet you might be glad to have a friend like Erick."
So Ritz spent all the time out of school either with Erick, or seeking him, which however sometimes cost him a good deal of time, for the very nearest friends, after all, were Erick and Sally. The two could not be separated.
You have spoiled the game now four or five times that is surely not kind of you, do you think it is?" They had by this time arrived at Marianne's cottage. Erick stopped at the hedge and turned round. He said, quite friendly: "Do not be angry, Kaetheli, you see I have to act so." "Yes, but why?
At this instant the quick-running Churi would have caught Kaetheli; but quick as a deer, Erick rushed forth, opened his arms wide and so stopped Churi until Kaetheli had shot around the cottage, fleet as an arrow, and again to her goal on the meadow, where she could get her breath without fear of being caught.
In the evening, when Mosen came into the theatre, he said to me, "My little Erick has two tin soldiers; one of them he has given me for you, that you may take him with you on your journey." The tin soldier has faithfully accompanied me; he is a Turk: probably some day he may relate his travels. Mosen wrote in the dedication of his "John of Austria," the following lines to me:
Perhaps Erick is already at home, he may have gone by another road."
Erick Rosenkrantz, Governor of Aggerhuis, in Norway, and castellan of Bergen, stood in the hall of his castle to welcome noble guests. It was a bleak and stormy day in September of 1565.
Do you know where you are going Monday when Marianne goes away from here?" "No." "You are going to be auctioned off. My father has said so." "What is that?" asked Erick, who now listened more attentively to Kaetheli. "Oh, there are a crowd of people in the room and they bid on you, and whoever bids the lowest gets you." "That is stupid," said Erick. "Why is it stupid?"
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