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Peace be upon thee and on thy children and on thy children's children!" "Thy father, OLAF GUeLDMAR."
Meanwhile the wind rose to a tearing, thunderous gale, and the night, already so dark, darkened yet more visibly. Olaf Gueldmar, driving swiftly homewards, caught the first furious gust of the storm that came rushing onward from the North Cape, and as it swooped sideways against his light sledge, he was nearly hurled from his seat by the sudden violence of the shock.
Meanwhile, Errington, having learned all he wished to know concerning Sigurd, was skillfully drawing out old Olaf Gueldmar, and getting him to give his ideas on things in general, a task in which Lorimer joined. "So you don't think we're making any progress nowadays?" inquired the latter with an appearance of interest, and a lazy amusement in his blue eyes as he put the question.
"Drink it all, father! if you leave a drop, you know these gentlemen will quarrel with us, or you with them." "That is true!" said Olaf Gueldmar with great gravity; "but it will not be my fault, child, nor the fault of wasted wine." And he drained the glass to its dregs and set it upside down on the table with a deep sigh of satisfaction and refreshment.
If you knew what Phil's ideas about you are, Miss Gueldmar " "I do not wish to know," interrupted Thelma steadily. "You must quite understand me, I am not clever to hide my thoughts, and and , you are glad when you talk sometimes to Sir Philip, are you not?" He nodded, gravely studying every light and shadow on the fair, upturned, innocent face.
Dyceworthy's remarks concerning those who were "ejected with good reason from respectable society," might not, after all, have applied to the Gueldmar family. Indeed, it now seemed an absurd and improbable supposition. Therefore he replied cautiously "The Reverend Mr. Dyceworthy, I think, has some knowledge of you. Is he not a friend of yours?" These simple words had a most unexpected effect.
And, growing more and more convinced of this in his dreamy and imaginative mind, he had sworn a sort of mystic friendship and allegiance, which Gueldmar had accepted, imposing on him, however, only one absolute command.
Lorimer's face brightened, here was a novelty a man, who in all the conflicting storms of modern opinion, sturdily clung to the traditions of his forefathers. "By Jove!" he exclaimed eagerly, "I think the worship of Odin would suit me perfectly! It's a rousing, fighting sort of religion, I'm positive it would make a man of me. Will you initiate me into the mysteries, Mr. Gueldmar?
Gueldmar leaned forward and gazed with eager, straining eyes into that drooping gloom a shadow? a mere vapor, with the Northern Lights glimmering through its murky folds? Ah no no! For him it was something very different, a heavenly phantasm, beautiful and grand, with solemn meaning!
Olaf Gueldmar, rememberest thou the days when we were young?" "'Tis long ago, Lovisa!" replied the bonde with brief gentleness. "Long ago? It seems but yesterday! But yesterday I saw the world all radiant with hope and joy and love love that to you was a mere pastime but with me " She shuddered and seemed to lose herself in a maze of dreary recollections.
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