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Updated: June 1, 2025
"Beautiful!" exclaimed the old man, "what put that into your little head?" "Magde told me that all poor women ought to be born ugly, that their reputation might not be suspected." "Magde was a little out of humor, when she said that, and she who wishes to please her husband so much, could not have really intended what she said." "Yes, but when a woman is married, it alters the case entirely."
"Certainly it will, dear Carl," said Magde, approaching the sick youth, "Ragnar is right." "Ragnar is always right," said Carl, in an unusually sharp tone, "so long as you please him you do not care if you neglect my wishes." "What, Carl, do you not love your brother?" said Ragnar, in a tone of reproach, at the same time pressing a kiss unobserved, as he thought, upon his wife's lips.
He saw undoubtedly that no one could please you so well as I; but he often told me, and especially before his last departure " "What did he say?" inquired Carl, eagerly. "'Magde, said he, 'never desert Carl.
She would also occasionally cast her eyes towards the other children, as they dug little ditches which they filled with water brought from the house in an old kettle, and then sailed their little bark boats in these miniature canals. In the meantime, Magde, as usual, was sitting in the parlor, weaving at her loom with such violence that the window panes rattled in their sashes.
The rush covered floor; the table, polished to brightness; and the flower vases, filled with odorous boquets of lilacs, the neat window curtains, the handicraft of Nanna, the crimson sofa curtain, embroidered by the thrifty Magde, all combined, proved that the inmates of the cottage, had not only the taste, but also the inclination to render home pleasant even under the most adverse circumstances.
"O, he is in no want of wit, and his weak mind shall not serve him as a protection when he stands before the justice. Theft is theft, no matter who commits it. At least so the law considers it." "The game!" cried Magde clasping her hands in despair and terror. "You are right, the game that he stole from me this morning while I was sleeping.
Carl, wearing his Sunday vest, a vest that Magde had made, and with a rose in his jacket button-hole, a rose that Magde had plucked, was seated in his usual place at the table, cheerful and contented. Magde attended almost solely to the old man's wants, filling his plate, and replenishing his cup.
Carl's bed-room, which adjoined Nanna's apartment, contained a bedstead, a well whittled table, and a chair mutilated in a like manner. In this chair Carl would rock backward and forward, for hours, and with half closed eyes would look as if by stealth, at a striped woolen waistcoat, which was suspended against the wall, or some other little gift from Magde.
This was all he said; and as not only the following, but also the second day passed, without Mr. Fabian's name being mentioned, Magde thought that Ragnar had looked at the affair with sensible eyes. She even felt somewhat annoyed at the thought that Mr. Fabian's punishment should be so light. Throughout the entire fall, Mr.
He certainly must have observed that I love you more than, perhaps, I should I speak frankly to you, Magde, for I know you are different from others, and I could not die in peace if I thought that my brother Ragnar was offended with me." "Be convinced, my dear Carl, that Ragnar loves you as a brother should.
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