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The countenance of Jeremias Munter was cheerful; he listened to the ascending song of the lark, and said, "That is beautiful!" He looked upon the rain-drops which hung on the young grass, and saw how heaven reflected itself in them, and smiled, and said, "That is pure indeed!"
Munter looked at her for some moments in silence, laid his hand hastily on his heart as if he had a violent pain there, and went out more bowed than commonly. Not long after this, an unexpected ray of light gladdened the painful condition of affairs between Eva and her family. She was calmer.
As I returned home, well pleased to think of playing with my little comrade, he lay dead on his cushion!" Mrs. Gunilla and he talked for a long time about the little favourite, and appeared in consequence to become very good friends. Jeremias Munter was this evening in a more censorious humour than common. His eyes rested with a sad expression on the newly betrothed.
But I cannot and then he is so old; and I have no desire to marry; I am so happy in my own home." "And do not leave it!" was the unanimous chorus of all the family. The father, indeed, was actually desperate with all this courtship; and the mother thought it quite absurd that her blooming Eva and Jeremias Munter should go together.
Poverty there will be in the house; and what little there is, that monster of a housekeeper will soon run through." "What can one do?" asked the Judge, in real anxiety. "Do you know anything, Munter, that one could do?" "Nothing as yet," returned he; "at present things must take their own course.
There is a tribute due to beauty, even independently of further views; which tribute I hope you paid with alacrity to Madame Munter and Madame Degenfeldt: depend upon it, they expected it, and were offended in proportion as that tribute seemed either unwillingly or scantily paid.
"Where is Eva?" asked Jeremias Munter, in a hasty and displeased tone, from Louise, in the pause between the anglaise and the waltz. "She has remained at home with Leonore," said Louise; "she was determined upon it." "How stupid!" exclaimed he; "why did I come here then." "Nay, that I really cannot tell!" returned Louise, smiling. "Not!" retorted the Assessor.
Whilst these thoughts, or rather sentiments, swelled in her breast, she looked through her tears on her companion, as he sate there with his expressive countenance and his large beautiful eyes fixed on the scene before him, and she saw in him, not Jeremias Munter, but a wise hermit, with a soul full of sublime and holy knowledge.
"You talk like King Solomon himself, Uncle Munter!" exclaimed Petrea, quite enraptured. "Ah, you must be an author: you must write a book of " "Write!" interrupted he, "on what account should I write? Only to increase the miserable vanity of men? Write! Bah!" "Every age has its wise men to build up temples," said Henrik, with a beautiful expression of countenance.
Henrik had one day a long conversation with his skilful and anxious physician Munter, who when he left him had tears in his eyes; but over Henrik's countenance, on the contrary, when he returned to his family, although he was paler than usual, was a peculiarly mild and solemn repose, which seemed to diffuse itself through his whole being. From this moment his temper of mind was changed.
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