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Still, pretty witch as thou art, 'twill not harm thee to put the iron bar across the house door, and to lock fast the outer gate when we have gone. This done, I have no fear of thy safety. Now," and he kissed his daughter heartily, "now lads, 'tis time we were on the march! Sigurd, my boy, lead on!" "Wait!" cried Sigurd, springing to Thelma's side. "I must say good-bye!"
"I have asked Sir Philip to let me go with you when you leave Norway." "Britta!" Thelma's astonishment was too great for more than this exclamation. "Oh, my dear! don't be angry with me!" implored Britta, with sparkling eyes, rosy cheeks, and excited tongue all pleading eloquently together, "I should die here without you!
And as for burning my father's house, surely you would not do so wicked and foolish a thing! but still, you must do as you choose, for it is not possible that we shall leave the Altenfjord to please you." Here Ulrika started forward angrily. "You defy us!" she cried. "You will not go?" And in her excitement she seized Thelma's arm roughly.
He would draw a low chair to Thelma's side, and sit there with half-closed eyes and compressed lips, and none could tell whether he listened to the conversation around him, or was utterly indifferent to it. He had taken a notable fancy to Lorimer, but he avoided Errington in the most marked and persistent manner.
No one knew what form of faith he followed, it was only when he went to live with the bonde, after Thelma's marriage, that the nature of his creed was dimly suspected. But Ulrika had no dislike for him on this account, her opinions had changed very much during the past few months.
The hum of conversation grew louder than ever and to Thelma's surprise Lady Winsleigh seated herself by her and began to converse. Herr Machtenklinken struck another chord, in vain! The deafening clamor of tongues continued, and Lady Winsleigh asked Thelma with much seeming interest if the scenery was very romantic in Norway? The girl colored deeply, and after a little hesitation, said
After this parenthesis, she resumed the conversation, Valdemar Svensen sitting silently apart, and related all that had happened since Thelma's arrival at the Altenfjord. She also gave an account of Lovisa Elsland's death, though Britta was not much affected by the loss of her grandmother. "Dreadful old thing!" she said with a shudder. "I'm glad I wasn't with her!
"Froeken! has anything vexed or grieved you today?" Thelma started nervously. "Vexed me grieved me?" she repeated. "No, Britta why do you ask?" "You look very tired, dear Froeken," continued Britta gently. "You are not as bright as you were when we first came to London." Thelma's lips quivered.
For one second Philip strove against him the next, he closed his eyes Thelma's face smiled on his mind in that darkness as though in white farewell the surging blood roared in his ears with more thunder than the terrific tumble of the torrent "God!" he muttered, and then then he stood safe on the upper part of the rocky platform with Lorimer's strong hand holding him in a vice-like grasp, and Lorimer's face, pale, but looking cheerfully into his.
There was a moment's constrained silence, then Shandon said suddenly: "Johnnie, what d'you mean by 'shortening' him?" "Puttin' him in short clothes, dearie. Thelma's been short since Gran'ma Larabee come down at Christmas," explained the other, briskly. "I never knew about that," said Mrs. Waters, humbly. "Danny's the first little kid I ever touched.
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