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Ulrika looked up, her plain face swollen and stained with weeping. "O Lord, have mercy upon me! O Lord, forgive me!" she moaned. "I did not know it how could I know?" Lovisa grew so impatient that she seized her by the shoulder and shook her violently. "Know what?" she cried; "know what?"
"And I shall see my father no more, for he has gone and I am all all alone in the world!" She paused then added, "Do you think I am dying? If so, I am very glad!" "Hush my dear!" said Ulrika. "You mustn't talk in that way. Your husband is coming presently " she broke off suddenly, startled at the look of utter despair in Thelma's eyes. "You are wrong," she replied wearily.
He wore it, and seemed glad!" She passed her hand across her forehead with a troubled air, and watched Ulrika, who quietly closed the window against the darkness and desolation of the night. "Are you a friend?" she asked presently in anxious tones. "I know so many that say they are my friends but I am afraid of them all and I have left them.
Here is a lady who will attend him." This with a courteous salute to the wooden-faced Ulrika, who suddenly confronted them in the little passage. She seemed surprised to see them, and spoke in a monotonous dreamy tone, as though she walked in her sleep. "The girl has gone?" she added slowly. Duprez nodded briskly. "She has gone!
"He will not come he cannot! He does not want me any more!" And two large tears rolled slowly down her pale cheeks. Ulrika wondered, but forebore to pursue the subject further, fearing to excite or distress her, and contented herself for the present with attending to her patient's bodily needs.
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.
"I know," murmured Ulrika humbly, raising herself slightly from her kneeling posture; "I know it well! . . . . but, good Lovisa, be patient! I work for the best! Mr. Dyceworthy will do more for us than we can do for ourselves; he is wise and cautious " Lovisa interrupted her with a fierce gesture. "Fool!" she cried. "What need of caution? A witch is a witch, burn her, drown her!
I remember how she cursed the Froeken, perhaps her curse has brought all the trouble if so, it's a good thing she's dead, for now everything will come right again. I used to fancy she had some crime to confess, did she say anything wicked when she was dying?" Ulrika avoided a direct reply to this question.
It was difficult to ascertain whether the aged Lovisa was satisfied or wrathful, at the departure of the Gueldmars with her granddaughter Britta in their company she kept herself almost buried in her hut at Talvig, and saw no one but Ulrika, who seemed to grow more respectably staid than ever, and who, as a prominent member of the Lutheran congregation, distinguished herself greatly by her godly bearing and uncompromising gloom.
It was answered at once by a tall, strongly built woman, with a colorless, stolid countenance, that might have been carved out of wood for any expression it had in it. "Ulrika," said Mr. Dyceworthy blandly, "you can clear the table."
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