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Hans Ericsson hastily picked it up and ran after her, leaving Fred Temple to explain things to his astonished friends as he best could. So that was the end of that matter. But that was by no means the end of the whole affair. Before the Snowflake left the fiord, Hans and Raneilda were married, as all true lovers ought to be.
The breastplate was red cloth ornamented with silver-gilt brooches, beads of various colours, silver chains, and small, round looking-glasses. There was also a belt ornamented with gold and silver. Altogether Raneilda looked much more like the Queen of Norway than a poor peasant girl! It is necessary to inform the reader that the greater part of this costume did not belong to the girl.
For all this, and for many other good deeds, I owe you a debt of gratitude. Now, Hans, you must know that it is impossible to pay a debt of gratitude in full, for, however much you may pay, there is always something more owing. Here is the money, my lad, so go and tell Raneilda to get ready as soon as possible!" Hans stared in wonder and unbelief, first at the money, then at Fred.
Here, in this room." He threw open the door and led him in. The young Norseman entered with a smile, but the smile suddenly vanished, his blue eyes opened to their utmost width, and he stood rooted to the floor, unable to speak! "Tuts! what means this?" cried Sam in disgust at being interrupted. "Raneilda!" gasped her lover. The bride covered her face with her hands.
"Now, Hans," said he earnestly, "I am going to pay you off. Nay, man, be not cast down, I did not take you into yonder room to mock you, but to show you how pretty Raneilda looked in her bridal dress." Fred paused for a moment, and the Norseman sighed and shook his head.
And truly there was cause for astonishment; for there, on the shore, close to the water's edge, stood the fair Raneilda, clothed in the gorgeous costume of a Norwegian bride. "Assuredly you are a wizard," cried Grant, glancing at his friend. "Not so," replied Fred.
Sweet Raneilda! nothing but death shall separate us!" "A very pretty sentiment," retorted Old, "but pray, what do you mean to do?" "I have decided that," replied Hans; "I will fish all winter in the deep sea, and all summer I will " "Well, what will you?" "Alas! I know not. Would that I were a pilot, but I am not." "But you know the coast as well as any pilot," said 016.
"I met sweet Raneilda last night at her father's cottage, and begged of her to come here at a certain hour this morning in the costume of a bride, in order that my friend the artist might paint her. She hesitated and blushed a good deal at first, but at length she agreed, and, as you see, is punctual in keeping her appointment."
Fred now went down to Raneilda, and brought her up to the house; Sam Sorrel at once placed her in a good position, seized his brushes, and began the portrait. He was delighted with the dress, for it glittered with gold and silver ornaments. The crown was of pure silver covered with gold.
Hans went off to tell Raneilda, his handsome face beaming with joy. "Now," said Fred, returning to his friends, "I have made arrangements with a pilot to take the Snowflake round to the Nord Fiord, and we will travel overland to the same place and meet it. The journey will be a very charming one of several days, through wild magnificent scenery.
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