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Rolf's training as a loafer had been wholly neglected, and when he realized that he might be all summer with Quonab he said bluntly: "You let me stay here a couple of months. I'll work out odd days, and buy enough stuff to keep myself any way." Quonab said nothing, but their eyes met, and the boy knew it was agreed to.
"Did you not see M. Kollsen in the boat with Hund?" she inquired. "No. Hund was quite alone, pulling with all his might down the fiord. The tide was with him, so that he shot along like a fish." "How do you know that it was Hund you saw?" "Don't I know our boat? And don't I know his pull? It is no more like Rolf's than Rolf's is like master's."
More than once, as he sat, small flocks of ducks flew over the trees due northward. At length the sky, now clear, was ablaze with the rising sun, and when it came, it was in Rolf's western sky. Now he comprehended the duck flight.
I hadn't a thing in the world to answer the note upon but a half-sheet of letter paper." Fleda's lips sought Rolf's forehead again, with a curious rush of tears and smiles at once. Perhaps Marion had caught the expression of her countenance, for she added, with a little energy
"Do you know whether he is alive or dead?" To this Hund could, in the confusion of his ideas about Rolf's fate and condition, fairly say "No:" as also to the question, "Do you know where he is?" Then they all cried out, "Tell us what you do know about him." "Ay, there you come," said Hund, resuming some courage, and putting on the appearance of more than he had.
"If that is so, I shall go hence," I said. "There are things that come before friendship." "Well," he answered, "we shall see. There is always a place for us both at Rolf's side in his new-won land." "Yet I should be loth to leave Alfred," I said most truly. "I think that this is the only thing that would make me do so."
"Erica, one word," exclaimed Hund. "I must stay here I am very miserable, and I must stay here, and work and work till I get some comfort. But you must tell me how you think of me you must say that you do not hate me." "I do hate you," said Erica, with disgust, as her suspicions of his wanting to fill Rolf's place were renewed. "I mistrust you, Hund, more deeply than I can tell."
There was once a king in Denmark named Rolf Stake; right famous is he among the kings of yore, foremost for liberality, daring, and courtesy. Of his courtesy one proof celebrated in story is this. A poor little boy named Vögg came into King Rolf's hall: the King was then young and slender of build. Vögg went near and looked up at him.
From Rolf's account it appeared that, after the defeat at Towton, the queen had placed her husband, who was half imbecile, in a monastery at Edinburgh, and fled with her son, Prince Edward, to France; while the new king, Edward the Fourth, had taken full possession of the throne, and was publicly acknowledged as sovereign of England.
Again Rolf's voice became fairly caressing in its gentleness. "Willingly will I endure your struggles if it pleases you to employ your strength that way, comrade; yet I tell you that it would be wiser for you to spare yourself. I shall not let you go, whatever you do; whereas if you lie quietly, I will permit you to move where you can see what is going on.
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