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"Our manners are infinitely corrupted, and wonderfully incline to the worse; of our customs there are many barbarous and monstrous." The next day was very warm and bright, and that pious Lutheran divine, the Reverend Charles Dyceworthy, was seriously encumbered by his own surplus flesh material as he wearily rowed himself across the Fjord towards Olaf Gueldmar's private pier.
Duprez for once understood what it was to reverence a woman's beauty, and decided that the flippant language of compliment was out of place he therefore said nothing, and Lorrimer, too, was silent battling bravely against the wild desires that were now, in his opinion, nothing but disloyalty to his friend. Old Gueldmar's hearty voice roused and startled them all. "Now Thelma, child!
"Good-bye, Sigurd! Take care of yourself! Hope I shall see you again soon." But Sigurd replied not. Bending to the oars, he rowed swiftly and strongly, and Sir Philip, pulling up the ladder and closing the gangway, saw the little skiff flying over the water like a bird in the direction of the Gueldmar's landing-place.
"Why, thou art shivering, child! and yet the sunshine is as warm as wine. What ails thee?" "Nothing, father!" And she raised her eyes, glowing and brilliant as stars. "Tell me, do you think often of my mother now!" "Often!" And Gueldmar's fine resolute face grew sad and tender. "She is never absent from my mind! I see her night and day, ay!
The intruder on the quietude of Gueldmar's domain was the Rev. Mr. Dyceworthy, and as Thelma, standing erect in the porch, beheld him coming, her face grew stern and resolute, and her eyes flashed disdainfully. Ignoring the repellant, almost defiant dignity of the girl's attitude, Mr.
Svensen dropped on his knees by the bedside. "An accident, my Lord Olaf," he began falteringly. Gueldmar's eyes suddenly lightened. "Ah, I remember!" he said. "The rush down the valley I remember all!" He paused, then added gently, "And so the end has come, Valdemar!" Svensen uttered a passionate exclamation of distress.
"It was but a tremor of the heart that caused my tongue to speak foolishly. I am ready I have sworn the oath shall be kept to its utmost end!" Olaf Gueldmar's threatening countenance relaxed, and he fell back on his pillows. "It is well!" he said feebly and somewhat indistinctly.
But up to this time, she had been, as it were, secluded from all eyes, a few haymakers and fishermen were the only persons of the male sex who had ever been within the precincts of Olaf Gueldmar's dwelling, with the exception of himself, Dyceworthy, who, being armed with a letter of introduction from the actual minister of Bosekop, whose place, he, for the present, filled, had intruded his company frequently and persistently on the bonde and his daughter, though he knew himself to be entirely unwelcome.
But there was now no time for hesitation, dead or living, Olaf Gueldmar's will was law to his vassal, an oath had been made and must be kept. To propel the sledge down to the Fjord was an easy matter how the rest of his duty was accomplished he never knew.
A few men were at work on one of Gueldmar's fields, and these looked up, half in awe, half in fear, as Thelma and her fantastic servitor passed along. "'Tis a fine wench!" said one man, resting on his spade, and following with his eyes the erect, graceful figure of his employer's daughter. "Maybe, maybe!" said another gruffly; "but a fine wench is a snare of the devil!
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