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"And these two," he continued, "brought the intelligence of my father's and mother's deaths. I keep them all together." When I had read, or attempted to read, Thora's letter, which was written in the Swedish language, I returned it to the old man; and, folding it carefully with the other letters, he tied the little parcel with a piece of tape, and placed it in his bosom again.
I left the house there and then. I had not a halfpenny, and I was hungry and cold and sick with an intolerable sense of wrong." "Father!" said Thora, in a voice broken with weeping. "Is not this enough?" And Ragnor leaned forward and took Thora's hand but he did not speak. Neither did he answer Rahal's look of entreaty. On the contrary he asked: "Then, Ian? Then, what did thou do?"
Harek was looking red and angry, but on Thora's face was written what I could not understand as it were some fear of a new terror. Now it was plain that all three were very glad of my coming; but the stranger looked round for a single glance, and then went on speaking to Osmund. "Be not a fool, jarl," he said angrily. "Here is your chance; let it not slip."
Returning to the bed where Thora still lay, breathing with the long, heavy respiration of slumber, he leaned over her, and the moment he did so, and but for a moment, a low, spasmodic cry was heard, a slight struggle shook the bed, and all was hushed as before. M. de Lacroix had driven the needle into Thora's heart!
Oh, how I wished we had brought two torches instead of only the one that was now lost! As I crawled about from rock to rock, guiding myself by the indistinct sounds I heard, I blamed myself for not having listened to Thora's words of expressed fear at the opening of the cave.
It is unquestionable that the vibrations created by certain musical instruments have definite and sometimes extraordinary effect upon the nervous system. We accepted this as the explanation of the reactions we had experienced, hearing the unfamiliar sounds. Thora's nervousness, her superstitious apprehensions, had wrought her up to a condition of semi-somnambulistic hysteria.
At the close, groping forward, she murmured with the high-pitched quaver of old age: "So she sang, my Thora; my last and brightest. What is she like, she whose voice is like my dead Thora's? Are her eyes blue?" "Blue as the sky." "So were my Thora's! Is her hair fair, and in plaits to the waist?"
However, all this is but the overture to the great matrimonial drama, and it is rather interesting. I saw by a late London paper that Thora's lover has gone and got himself decorated, or crossed, for doing some dare-devil sort of thing about wounded men. I wonder how Thora will like to walk on Pall Mall with a man who wears a star or a medal on his breast. Such things make women feel small.
"Even so," answered White Fell herself, and met the advancing hands with her own, and guided them to corroborate her words by touch. "Like my dead Thora's," repeated the old woman; and then her trembling hands rested on the fur-clad shoulders, and she bent forward and kissed the smooth fair face that White Fell upturned, nothing loth, to receive and return the caress.
No one can keep them away from a house in trouble. Thora must marry. I see no endurable way to prevent it." Then being dressed she went to Thora's room, and gently opened the door. Thora was standing at her mirror and she turned to her mother with a smiling face. Rahal was astonished and she said almost with a tone of disapproval, "I am glad to see thee able to smile.
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