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Herr Mack was most interested. An hour passed. The Baron spoke of my accident that unfortunate shot. Was I well again now? Pleased to hear it. Now who had told him of that? I asked: "And how did you hear of that, Baron?" "Oh, who was it, now? Froken Mack, I think. Was it not you, Froken Mack?" Edwarda flushed hotly. I had come so poor! for days past, a dark misery had weighed me down.
All now stood as petrified, speechless and looking at each other, until Fru Kirsten broke the silence. "Our Fröken daughter," said she, "cannot have been carried off by a writing-boy; he only came sneaking here as a spy. If I greatly err not, the robber is from the west; see, therefore, if you cannot trace them on the road to Vium, and now away!
"Wasn't it here you went riding one night on borrowed horses?" said Frokenen laughingly. "Oh, we know all about it, never fear!" And both the ladies were highly amused. I answered on a sudden thought: "And yet your father would have me to take service with him or wasn't it so?" "Yes." "While I think of it, Froken, how did your father know I was working for Captain Falkenberg?
But the Captain explained things to Falkenberg in an altogether different way, that upset my vanity completely: Froken Elisabeth wanted me to go down to the vicarage once more, so that her father might have another try at getting me to take work there. She'd promised him to do so. I thought and thought over this explanation.
A whole week of excitement, all the trouble it had cost him to write, but here it was at last; he had managed to produce a letter: "To Fröken Barbro Bredesen. It is two or three times now I have had the inexpressible delight of seeing you again...." Coming so late as he did now, Barbro must at any rate have finished seeing to the animals, and might perhaps have gone to bed already.
Never did King Oscar do more to win the approval of his subjects, and thinking men and women everywhere, than when he permitted the marriage of his second son, Prince Oscar, to a young Swedish noblewoman, Fröken Ebba Munck, of Fulkila, who was also Queen Sophie's maid-of-honor.
"Well, the parcel was for you," said I, trying to master my disappointment. "Wait a minute. I was just going out again; we can go together." Froken Elisabeth puts on some over-things, calls out through a door to say she won't be very long, and goes out with me. We take a cab and drive to a quiet cafe. Froken Elisabeth says yes, she loves going to cafes.
But the fun of the position was that Axel Larson was one of my Cinderella's 'children, so I could not resist introducing him formally to 'Fröken Jensen. His happy air of expectation was replaced by a scowl of surprise and disgust. "'What, thou, Ingeborg! he cried. "I could have knocked the man down.
This was also naked and desolate; nothing was there to be seen save a few scattered turf stacks, nothing to be heard but the cry of the heathcock, the rushing of the rivulet, the panting of the mare, and their own sighs. Awhile they thus remained, until the Fröken broke silence with the question, "Is there not something moving yonder?"
The Cornet followed his instructions, and soon a tract of heath, two miles in breadth, stood in a blaze, and both incendiaries immediately rejoined the trembling Fröken. "We have now earned our breakfast!" cried Mads, "be so good as follow me, and put up with very humble accommodation but what can we do with this?" he gave the mare a slap with his open hand, "Can you find your way home alone?"
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