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The money-lender had deprived this old man of his monthly allowance, and driven him off the estate; since then his refuge had been a corner in a peasant's hut. Misha had been too short a time in possession of his estate to have left behind him a particularly favourable memory; still the old servant could not resist running to the churchyard as soon as he heard of his young master's being there.
On the man's hard face there was still the shadow of a sinister cruelty as he waved his hand toward the room within. The peasant's good-humored, loutish smile, and his stupid, cow-like eyes, by contrast, were the eyes and smile of a benevolent deity. The smile told us we were right, as we slunk away toward the open road.
Thorkelson," said he as he rejoined me after two or three false starts. "He's going to be a neighbor of yours. I'm going to locate him on a quarter out your way Mr. Vandemark, Mr. Thorkelson." Magnus Thorkelson gave me his hand bashfully. He was then about twenty-five; and had on the flat cap and peasant's clothes that he wore on the way over from Norway.
Meanwhile he proceeded with the children to the prison, that he might prepare the old man for the visit. Magde did not tarry long at Mother Larsson's. As soon as she had obtained the necessary garments, she hurried on, clothed in a neat peasant's frock which fitted her fine form gracefully. The prison at Harad was located in the ruins of an old castle.
She came at night, and in a storm, with only two attendants, and stood before a peasant's hut, tired, bedraggled, soaked with rain, "the red print of her lost crown still girdling her brow," and implored admittance and was refused! A few days before, the adulations and applauses of a nation were sounding in her ears, and now she was come to this!
As we tramped gaily out at the gate of the town, we overtook a peasant's cart, partly laden with odds and ends of cabbages and similar vegetable rubbish, and drawn by a small cow and a smaller donkey yoked together. It was a pretty slow concern, but it got us into Heilbronn before dark five miles, or possibly it was seven.
"What an ugly thing is death, Don Jaime! Here we are, in a bit of land surrounded by the waters, unable to escape, unable to defend ourselves, awaiting the moment for the final weighing of the anchor." The peasant's egoism rebelled at this injustice.
He said, after a long silence: "The father's vine-tree is blossoming early this year. Perhaps it will bear good fruit." The peasant's wife also turned round, and gazed at the tree without speaking. This vine-tree was planted exactly in the place where the father of the peasant had been shot. It was during the war of 1870. The Prussians were in occupation of the entire country.
The magnificent pile, grander than ever in the sunny autumnal mist which unwrapped it, seemed to look after him as he walked away, mutely wondering that he should have allowed anything so trivial as a peasant's grievance to come between him and its perfections. In the wooded lane outside the Rectory gate he overtook Catherine.
And what remained of all their power and rank, save their Parisian domicile, their old Chateau, and some two hundred thousand francs of income? Norbert could hardly credit what he heard; he had never believed that his father possessed such enormous wealth. "Why, it is inconceivable!" he muttered. And yet, as he looked round, he saw that the surroundings were those of a peasant's cottage.
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