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"Well," said he, assuming a comfortable position, "I can touch you, at least, now." "Yes," replied Nanna seriously, for she was musing on Magde's words of caution, "yes, you can; but I do not wish you to." "You do not?" "I do not," replied she firmly. "What an obstinate little creature you are!" "You desired to know what I have read," said Nanna, wishing to change the subject of conversation.
She did not care to let her mother know anything about it, for Sora Nanna would scold her. It would be a simple matter to catch the Scotchman at his door, to get what she wanted from him with an easily given promise of secrecy, and then to come downstairs as though nothing had happened.
It must have been dreadful. Old Nanna, Stefanone's wife, was in the room, and fainted with terror. It seems that poor Gloria, oddly enough, had an extraordinary resemblance to that unfortunate nun of our family who was burned to death in the convent, and whom Nanna had often seen.
"Not that, there you are mistaken, for I called at the parsonage one evening with my aunt, and I was so much pleased with the young ladies, that now I am here with you, while they are at Almvik, where they arrived this morning. What do you think of that?" What Nanna thought Gottlieb did not learn; but he soon was made acquainted with his aunt Ulrica's opinion concerning his absence.
You love her, David?" "Better than my life." "And she does not love you?" "She loves me as I love her." "Then what is there to make you miserable? In a few months, David, you will marry her and be happy." "Nanna will not marry me in a few months she will not marry me at all." "Nanna ought not to trouble a good man with such threats. Of course she will marry. Why not?"
Nanna, who was fearful that Magde, anxious at her long absence, would come in search of her, arose from her seat upon the grass, and hastily departed. The next morning, a few hours before Carl, whistling a ballad of which he was the author, commenced his journey over ditches and stiles, to fulfill his engagement to watch with the children of the peasant woman, Mr.
And of a truth I will not sell it to Nicolo. But I shall give it to him for his birthday gift, if in return he will carry old Grandmother Nanna every Sunday morning to early Mass, so that she will not miss it because I am no longer there. I shall never want the boat again, because I am going to become a citizen of Florence.
"As the error has already been committed " "What error?" "That you should have been taught more than you ought to know; but still, it is now too late to repent as you have already learned a little, and I do not think there will be any harm in teaching you more." "Who will teach me?" "I shall of course. I have an idea." Nanna glanced inquiringly towards her companion.
It is Paul Borson you are asking for?" "Yes, mother." "He went out in his boat with his four sons one night. The boat came back empty. It is two years since." "I am Liot Borson's son." "You?" "Yes. Have I any kin left?" "There is your far-cousin Nanna. She was Paul's one daughter, and he saw the sun shine through her eyes. She is but sadly off now.
In those times the Gods lived, Odin and Thor, Hödur and Baldur, Tyr and Heimdall, Vidar and Vali, as well as Loki, the doer of good and the doer of evil. And the beautiful Goddesses were living then, Frigga, Freya, Nanna, Iduna, and Sif.
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