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Scarcely had he begun the letter, however, than he looked up meaningly at Svensen, who stood waiting beside him. "The time grows very short," he said imperatively. "Prepare everything quickly go! Fear not I shall live to see thee return and to bless thee for thy faithful service."
Besides, they never got on with Svensen, who is reported to have alluded to them not infrequently as 'those damned Red Indians. The Scandinavian temperament and theirs are so different. I do not even feel sure myself that they are not implicated. The initiation of the affair by our Secretariat friend would not, in fact, preclude their participation in it.
"I know not!" answered Svensen despairingly. "I would have given my life not to have told her of her father's death." "Death!" cried Ulrika. "Olaf Gueldmar dead! Impossible! Only last night I saw him in the pride of his strength, and thought I never had beheld so goodly a man. Lord, Lord! That he should be dead!"
"No poachers allowed on the Sun-Angel Manor!" interrupted Lorimer gravely. Philip went on without heeding him. "I'll question Valdemar Svensen after breakfast. He knows everybody about here. Come and have a smoke on deck when I give you the sign, and we'll cross-examine him." Lorimer still looked incredulous. "What's the good of it?" he inquired languidly.
"I am pretty intimate with Svensen; I was lunching with him only yesterday, as it happens. He didn't say a word then of any plan for a night expedition, I am afraid it looks sadly like an accident of some sort." "Perspicacious fellow," muttered Jefferson, who did not like Charles Wilbraham. Henry edged away: neither did he like Charles Wilbraham. He did not even turn his face towards him.
Valdemar shook his head. "Where is her husband?" went on Ulrika. "He ought to be here. How could he have let her make such a journey at such a time! Why did he not come with her? There must be something wrong!" Svensen looked, as he felt, completely perplexed and despairing.
"But you've left out the latest," Henry said. "What do you think can have happened to Svensen?" "Ah, there you have us all guessing," she amiably returned. "Poor Svensen. Who'd have thought it of him?" "Thought what?" "Why, this. He always seemed such a white man. My, isn't it queer what people will do?" Henry, who had been brought up on Dr.
Hastily donning the coarse gown and bodice she had recently taken off in order to administer chastisement to her own flesh more thoroughly, she unfastened her bolts and bars, and, lifting the latch, was confronted by Valdemar Svensen, who, nearly breathless with swift driving through the snow-storm, cried out in quick gasps "Come with me come! She is dying!"
Sir Philip reverently opened the folded paper which Svensen had committed to his care that morning, and together they read the bonde's farewell. It ran as follows: "The summons I have waited for has come at last, and the doors of Valhalla are set open to receive my soul. Wonder not that I depart with joy!
On the following morning the heat was intense, no breath of wind stirred a ripple on the Fjord, and there was a heaviness in the atmosphere which made the very brightness of the sky oppressive. Such hot weather was unusual for that part of Norway, and according to Valdemar Svensen, betokened some change.
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