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"We have enjoyed so much happiness, and peace, since Ragnar and Magde were married," said he encouragingly to his daughter, "that we should bravely endure a little misfortune. It is not allotted to man that he should enjoy a constant season of prosperity." But Nanna and Magde smiled sorrowfully as he thus spoke.
Fourteen days elapsed. Gottlieb had fully learned the road from Almvik to the cottage in the valley. It had never entered the mind of any one of the inmates of the cottage to consider him a dangerous guest. Magde, who possessed a quick eye, soon discovered that Nanna was the cause of his visits; but she also perceived that Gottlieb was no dissembler.
Without replying, Magde hastily opened a clothes press, and produced an old compass box, from which she took a handful of withered clover leaves. "See here," said she. "And do these not convince you?" inquired Ragnar. In this old box, Magde preserved, so to speak, the tokens of her wedded joys.
Fabian H had visited the cottage since his discomfiture. "I have several times observed him prowling about the premises," replied Nanna; "he probably hoped to have an opportunity of seeing Magde alone, which however he has never had, for even should he offer his assistance, she would not have dared to accept it, for if she did, Ragnar would be very angry."
As she was thus engaged she hummed a little song, which Ragnar during their courtship had frequently sung beneath her window as a signal that he wished to see her alone. As Magde loved her husband above all other earthly things, his favorite song had never become discordant to her.
Fabian's absence might be connected in some degree with his wayward love. The day on which he had visited Magde, in order to take advantage of Carl's theft, he had also departed from Almvik in the morning, for during the evening hours his wife was invariably on the watch.
"But if, when I return, I discover that that villain from Almvik has been poaching on my grounds, he must look to safety. In you, Magde, I can place all confidence, and shall therefore say nothing further. And now farewell. Remember me firstly to my father, and then to my sister, and my children. "Your faithful husband, "RAGNAR LONNER.
"She has gone to fish with Ragnar and little Conrad," said Magde, who had already manufactured an urn of coffee, "but they will soon return." "Aha! is Mate Lonner at home. Then I can become acquainted with him." "Captain Lonner, next spring at least, Mr. Gottlieb," said Magde, proudly. "Crown Secretary, now, instead of Mr. Gottlieb, if you please, Mrs. Lonner." "So soon?"
"I will no longer feign ignorance of your meaning, father," replied Magde, with a visible effort to suppress her anger. "It is true that in words, and even in actions, he has conducted himself with more presumption than he would have dared to assume last winter; but fear not, I well know how to protect the honor of my name."
"Magde, of course." "Ah!" Carl slowly stepped towards the door. "Magde, yes, I ought to have known that!" "Ask her, and then you will know certainly," said Nanna. "O, no, but they are beautiful flowers. I hope I will not break them, they smell so sweetly!"
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