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Under cover of the confusion, Alwin approached Helga. Having no greetings of his own to occupy him, he made over his interest to others. The shield-maiden was standing on the very spot where Leif had left her, Editha clinging to her side. She was gazing at Thorhild and nervously clasping and unclasping her hands. Alwin said in her ear: "She will make you a better mother than Bertha of Trondhjem.
They hurried to the station, and got on board the Rosendal after a short railway journey. "You had better go below and get your dress changed, Helga; my mother will show you where your berth is. What you want is a warm woollen dress that a little sea water will not hurt. There are several belonging to my mother on board." When Helga came up, they were at sea. The pilot was steering. Mrs.
"It has its beauty always," said her father. "I have seen it in spring, and in summer, and in autumn, and in winter; it has a charm of its own. It appeals to us with its idyllic nature." "You are right, little father," said Helga; "it has always its peculiar beauty. There is no place I love so much."
He said harshly: "I wonder if she would be wise enough to tell whom Leif will marry you to before the feasting is over?" Helga stood still and looked at him. "What are you talking about?" He stopped in front of her, with a fierce gesture, and in one angry burst told her all he had heard. He could not understand how she could listen so calmly, kicking the snow with the toe of her shoe.
After a moment he said, sullenly: "I should be thankful if he would leave Leif's service, so that I could sometimes speak to you without having him watch me like a dog at a rabbit-hole." Helga turned toward him with frank interest. "I wonder at that also. He does not act so when I speak to Sigurd or Rolf.
She was called Helga; but this name was too soft for one with such dispositions as that lovely creature had.
"Have you wised up?" he whispered. "Got next to who the mysterious fairy is?" "She's Miss Claire Hazleton," said Wanda a little stiffly and a bit puzzled. "Rats!" grunted Mr. Dart putting much eloquence Into the monosyllable. "That's a bum monniker out of a French love story. It's the Roosian princess. It's Helga, that's who it is!"
The only chance I have is with Leif." Helga wrung her hands violently. "You must be crazy if you think so! He would strike you down the instant his eyes " "It is not my intention that he shall know me until he has had cause to soften toward me. Do you not remember Skroppa's prophecy? has not Sigurd told you of it? that it is in this new untrodden country that my fate is to be decided?
She caught her breath at the blazing of his face. He said between his clenched teeth: "I will not let him think that I would steal so much as one dried herring, were I starving!" The fire shot out of Helga's beautiful eyes. Egil and the Wrestler sprang up with angry exclamations; but words would not suffice Helga.
"What sort of person is your mother?" asked Helga. "The best and kindest," replied Hardy, as he took a photograph out of his pocket-book and handed her, which Helga looked at with evident interest. "I feel what you say of her is true," said Helga. "Little father, it is a noble face." "It is like you, Hardy," said the Pastor. "She must have been handsome." "Yes, but she is," said Hardy.
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