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"I carry upon my shoulders the sorrowful burden of twenty-six years, Philip, there, is painfully conscious of being thirty, may we not therefore dispute the word 'boys' as being derogatory to our dignity? You called us 'men' a while ago, remember that!" Olaf Gueldmar laughed again. His suspicious gravity had entirely disappeared, leaving his face a beaming mirror of beneficence and good-humor.
It was strongly imbedded in the earth but each day I went to it each day I moved it! Little by little I worked till a mere touch would have set it hurling downwards, yet it looked as firm as ever." Gueldmar uttered a fierce ejaculation of anguish he put one hand to his throat as though he were stifling. Lovisa, watching him, smiled vindictively, and continued
And he rose, smoothing his roughened hair with both hands, while Lorimer in obedience to his request, kept one knee artistically pressed on the recumbent figure of the minister. "Ah! and there is our Phil-eep, and Sandy, and Monsieur Gueldmar! But I do not think," here he beamed all over, "there is much more to be done! He is one bruise, I assure you!
Surely it is a cruel fate to have none to love in all the wide world. Nothing can be more cruel!" Gueldmar surveyed her humorously. "Hear her!" he said. "She talks as if she knew all about such things; and if ever a child was ignorant of sorrow, surely it is my Thelma! Every flower and bird in the place loves her. Yes; I have thought sometimes the very sea loves her.
Arriving at the farmhouse, they saw Sigurd curled up under the porch, playing idly with the trailing rose-branches, but, on hearing their footsteps, he looked up, uttered a wild exclamation, and fled. Gueldmar tapped his own forehead significantly. "He grows worse and worse, the poor lad!" he said somewhat sorrowfully.
When Olaf Gueldmar and his daughter left the yacht that evening, Errington accompanied them, in order to have the satisfaction of escorting his beautiful betrothed as far as her own door. They were all three very silent the bonde was pensive, Thelma shy, and Errington himself was too happy for speech.
The cause of the sensation was very simple. It was an announcement in the Times under the head of "Marriages" and ran as follows: "At the English Consulate, Christiania, Sir Philip Bruce-Errington, Bart., to Thelma, only daughter of Olaf Gueldmar, bonde, of the Altenfjord, Norway. No cards." "There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys." "I think," said Mrs.
The thunder rolled along the sky in angry reverberating echoes, frequent flashes of lightning leaped out like swords drawn from dark scabbards, yet towards the south the sky was clearing, and arrowy beams of pale gold fell from the hidden sun, with a soothing and soft lustre on the breast of the troubled water. Gueldmar looked about him, and heaved a deep sigh of refreshment.
But there, most certainly, Olaf Gueldmar lay, his pallid face upturned, his hair and beard as white as the snow that clung to the masts of his vessel his hand clenched on the fur garment that enwrapped him as with a robe of royalty. Dropping on his knees beside him, Valdemar felt his heart it still throbbed fitfully and feebly.
"Where is your crazy lad?" she asked, almost anxiously. "Did he come with you?" "He is dead!" answered Gueldmar, with grave coldness. "Dead!" And to their utter amazement, she threw up her arms and burst into a fit of wild laughter. "Dead! Thank God! Thank God! Dead! And through no fault of mine! The Lord be praised!
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