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"Now, Miss Fregelius," he said, as she rose to leave the table, "when Morris and I have had a glass of wine, and ten minutes to chat over matters connected with his poor uncle's death, I am going to ask you to do me a favour before I go up to smoke a cigar with your father. It is that you will play me a tune on the violin and sing me a song." "Did Mr.
"It seems that it was not fated this time," she answered, adding: "The next it may be different." "Yes," he said reflectively; "the next it may be different, Miss Fregelius." She started. "How do you know my name?" she asked. "From your father's lips. He is ashore at my house. The sailors must have seen the light in my workshop and steered for it." "My father?" she gasped. "He is still alive?
Fregelius, "and you laughed at me, that it was most unlucky her having sung that hateful Norse song, the 'Greeting to Death, when you found her upon the steamer Trondhjem." "Everything has been unlucky, Mr. Fregelius or lucky," he added beneath his breath. "But you will like to know that she died singing it. The aerophone told me that." "Mr.
She nodded, and wading into the water, with numbed hands he managed to lift the little anchor and carry it ashore in his arms. "There," he said, "the tide is ebbing, and she'll hold fast enough until I can send to fetch her; or, if not, it can't be helped. Come on, Miss Fregelius, before you grow too stiff to walk;" and, bending down, he helped her to her feet.
Stella is a woman who takes things hard, and if any affection really has sprung up " " It will no doubt evaporate with the usual hysterics and morning headache. Bless me! I have known dozens of them, and felt some myself in my time the headaches, I mean, not the other things. Don't be alarmed if she gets angry, Mr. Fregelius, but just appeal to her reason; she will see the force of it afterwards."
"Then, my dear love, am I to understand that you are engaged to him?" "Engaged to him! Certainly not," she answered. "Then," snapped out her justly indignant parent, "how in the name of Heaven has he prospered?" "By my refusing him, of course. We should never have suited each other at all; he would have been miserable if I had married him." Mr. Fregelius groaned in bitterness of spirit.
Very early on the following morning, but not before, she was missed from the Rectory and sought far and wide. One of the first places visited by those who searched was the Abbey, whither they met Morris returning through the gale, wild-eyed, flying-haired, and altogether strange to see. They asked him if he knew what had become of Miss Fregelius.
But of this nobody can know the truth for certain, as the woman and her husband died long ago." "You see," said Mr. Fregelius, when he had finished translating the passage aloud, "it is not wonderful that I thought it unlucky when I heard that you had found Stella singing this same song upon the ship, much as centuries ago her ancestress, Saevuna, sang it while she and her husband died."
Fregelius did not grow fewer. Indeed, his wife noticed that, if anything, they increased in number, which, as the organ was now finished down to the last allegorical carvings of its case, seemed remarkable and unnecessary. Of course, the fact was that on these occasions the conversation invariably centred on one subject, and that subject, Stella.
Fregelius, his daughter, and myself, and it seems that she confessed to my father that she was was " "In love with you not altogether unnatural, perhaps, from my point of view; though, of course, she oughtn't to have been so." "Yes, and said that she was going away and on Christmas Eve we met there in the Dead Church.
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