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"Cot is my Saviour, and witness too," said Morgan, with great vehemence, "that I am more elder, and therefore more petter by many years than you." Fearing this dispute might be attended with some bad consequence, I interposed, and told Mr.
He dated his good behavior from that night when Joy failed him and Fasting became his companion and friend. But how could the virtuous Petter Nord be coming to the village on a work-day, accompanied by three boon companions, who were loafers and drunken? He had always been a good boy, poor Petter Nord.
"Ach, diss iss petter," the man said, only half understanding. "Yes, I guess it is," said Tom. "I'll bind your foot up and then I'll take that chain off if I can and bind your wrist. Then we'll have to find the nearest dressing station. I suppose you got lost in this forest. I been in the German forest myself," he added; "it's fine better than this. I got to admit they've got fine lakes there."
For it happened that after Petter Nord ran away from Halfvorson, he sought refuge in the graveyard. At first he ran towards the bridge over the river and turned his steps towards the big town. But on the bridge the unfortunate fugitive stopped. The kingly crown on his brow was quite gone. It had disappeared as if it had been spun of sunbeams.
"Let me lie inside, against the wall," I begged. "And what about me?" "It won't hurt you; you can lie outside all right." "And let her come and take me first? Not if I know it." And at that Falkenberg lay down again and pulled the rug over his eyes. I thought for a moment of going down to sleep with Petter; he was getting better now, and there was no fear of infection.
If a stranger comes up there, they do not tell him of death and loss; they sit down on the big slabs of stone, on the broad burgomaster tombs, and tell him about Petter Nord, the Värmland boy, and of his love. The story seems fitting to be told up here, where death has lost its terrors. The consecrated earth seems to rejoice at having also been the scene of awakened happiness and new-born life.
They had learned during her former visit to like this lady for herself, and now that she came to them a widow their sentiments towards her were warmer than ever. Mrs. Petter wondered very much why she had come without a maid, but fearing that perhaps the poor lady's circumstances were not what they had been she forbore to ask any immediate questions.
George at once hastily drew back into the bushes, while the captain threw forward his musket, and whispered: "Major, I pelieve it's petter we shoots them rebels."
Petter on her own motion summed up your character by saying, that if you had not been so regardless of the welfare and wishes of others; so totally given up to self-gratification; so ignorant of all kinds of business, and so unwilling to learn; so extravagant in your habits, and so utterly conscienceless in regard to your debts; so neglectful of your promises and your duty; so heretical in your opinions, political and religious, and such a dreadful backslider from everything that you had promised to be when a baby, you would be a very nice sort of fellow, whom she would like to see come into the house."
I have been staying here a couple of days; Petter has come home, but had nothing to tell. "Is all well at Ovrebo?" "Ay, there's nothing wrong that I know of." "Did you see them all before you left? The Captain, Fruen?" "Yes." "Nobody ill?" "No. Why, who should there be?" "Well, Falkenberg said something about he'd hurt his hand. But I suppose it's all right now, then."
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