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But Magde repulsed him with a look of scorn and anger. "Travel no further upon this crooked path, and call me Magde no longer, I bear the name of my husband, and wish to be called by that title alone."
Carl was not the simpleton people considered him, although his highest ambition appeared to consist in erecting dirt houses and making mud-pies. "Magde," said the old man, casting a glance of affection upon the vivacious Magdalena. "You had better read that letter again. Ragnar is a son who has his heart in the right place."
Nanna had lately perceived that her dear sister-in-law, Magde, when she thought herself unseen, had shed tears, and the poor girl's heart beat with a sensation of undefined fear, for when Magde weeps, thought she, there must have been a great cause. "Why is the world so formed as it is?
Immediately the old man's white head appeared at the window, and Magde held the child aloft in her hands towards him. And now everything was performed rightly; the last farewell glances were exchanged, and then Magde and her children disappeared from the old man's sight. The heat of the day had been followed by the pleasant coolness of an August evening.
When Carl presented Magde the game, she was delighted; but after her outburst of admiration had subsided, her first question naturally was as to where he had procured his prize. "Is it not enough that it is here?" said Carl, as he stood on the threshold, twirling his hat in his hand. "Heavens! I trust you have not procured it in an unlawful way?"
"What ideas you invent!" exclaimed Magde, frightened for the first time, as she observed Carl's hollow cheeks and sunken eye, "but what did the voice say?" "'Carl, Carl, Carl, it said, calling my name three times, 'you will not live long." "Your brain is weak, my boy, because you have worked too hard. When your body has received rest, and rest it must have, you will feel much better.
Magde, who as she spoke had passed her hand upon her forehead, now removed it, and from the expression of her dark eyes, which beamed with her accustomed cheerfulness, and from her proud and lofty bearing, it could be perceived that she had regained her usual self-possession.
It grieves me to observe that Carl is upon the verge of the grave. True, he was ill last winter; but he soon recovered." "He exerted himself too much during our troubles," said Magde, "then he has taken no care of himself, and then yes, yes, there is something very strange about Carl." "What do you mean by strange, Magde?" inquired her husband. "Do you think that he is really insane?"
"Well," replied she, "I do not think harm will result from your friendly visit, but as it is out of the order of things that you should remain here, I must request you to leave the room in the manner you entered, and then I can converse with you through the window." "Cruel Magde!" exclaimed Mr. Fabian entreatingly, and even dared to extend his hand towards her.
I now know why I found so many four leaved clovers last summer only think, a captain's wife! and still you love me as before?" "Now and forever, my Magde. You shall have a bonnet as magnificent as any other lady; you shall have a cashmere shawl, and a black silk dress. Yes, I promise you all this, and more." "Let us return home quickly, that I may rejoice father and Nanna."
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