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The landscape is, as you say, a Jutland landscape; the grass in the meadows is coarse, and the arable land sandy." "You speak like a photograph, Herr Hardy," said Pastor Lindal. "But did you not like the house and grounds?" "The house is Danish, of a past fashion," replied Hardy, "and there is no difference in plan from your parsonage.
"But here is Karl Lindal, son of Pastor Lindal, of Vandstrup Præstegaard, Denmark." The tall, fair-haired lad, with his honest blue eyes, favourably impressed Mrs. Hardy, who could see beyond outward appearance and awkwardness of manner. "Welcome to Hardy Place, Mr. Karl Lindal," she said, taking the lad's hand kindly. "You can have no better introduction here than as my own boy's friend."
"In Scotland they have a superstition as to changelings; that is, a human child is stolen and a child of the Trolds substituted. This is referred to by Sir Walter Scott in one of his poems. Does anything of the sort exist in your Jutland traditions?" "There are several varied stories," replied Pastor Lindal. "One is of a couple who had a very pretty child; they lived near a wood called Rold Wood.
The Pastor was smoking his pipe, listening to the events of the day as described by Karl and Axel. "You won your race. Hardy," said Pastor Lindal; "and the boys say easily." "Yes, I won the race I rode," said Hardy.
The house is a poor residence and out of repair, so are the farm-buildings; but the place has its peculiar charm, which I should not interrupt." Pastor Lindal regarded the practical self-possessed Englishman with surprise. Hardy observed a look of displeasure in Helga's face at the thought of so pretty a situation being turned into a practical farm, so he said
He describes your mother as very kind. We have no doubt but this is you. My father says if you do anything, you do it always in the kindest way. I do not doubt but that this is so, and we all thank you gratefully, and greet you kindly. "Helga Lindal." John Hardy translated this letter for his mother. She read it, and said "John, the letter is a letter to keep for all time!
"With all our present researches into it, we know comparatively little; but, taken broadly, it is a doctrine of slow development. A life exists, and gradually earthly passion ceases, and a state of perfect rest is reached, but through an endless series of change." "Yes," replied Pastor Lindal; "but it is a religion of the imagination.
"No country has interested me more." Helga looked at him, as if begging him to say no more, and went to her father's study. She told him what Hardy had said. "I think it is so noble of him, little father, to be so considerate; he seems to think beforehand of everything." "Yes," said Pastor Lindal, "I have learnt to know that if he does anything, he is sure to find out the kindest way to do it.
"I want to purchase many articles that you will want at Rosendal after you are married, that you would never think of; and I must leave something for the Pastor to tell me next summer." "But what shall I do with Pastor Lindal tomorrow?" asked John Hardy. "He will like to be left to himself, to go where he wishes," replied his mother; and she was right.
"That may be; but you have the greater opportunity for attaining the actuality of what is simple and true," said Mrs. Hardy. "Possibly we have," replied Pastor Lindal; "but I fear we are all liable to neglect opportunities which suggest only." John Hardy had been obliged to assist at this conversation as interpreter, when Kirstin announced dinner was served.
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