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Updated: June 24, 2025
Would not Olaf Gueldmar relate the story of the child's rescue to any one that asked him? Would you like all Bosekop to know of your intrigue with an escaped criminal, who was afterwards caught and hung! The virtuous Ulrika the zealous servant of the Gospel the pious, praying Ulrika!" and the old woman trembled with rage and excitement. "Out of my power? Never, never!
One by one, the dainty articles of delicate apparel she wore were loosened and laid aside, Ulrika wondering at the embroidered linen and costly lace, the like of which was never seen in that part of Norway, but wondering still more at the dazzling skin she thus unveiled, a skin as exquisitely soft and pure as the satiny cup of a Nile lily.
"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!"
For Britta has been caught by his daughter's evil spell. Britta is mine, and I must have her back. Understand me well! do what you have to do without delay! Surely it is an easy thing to ruin a woman!" Ulrika stood as though absorbed in meditation, and said nothing for some moments. At last she murmured as though to herself "Mr. Dyceworthy could do much if "
I knew her well even as the broken heart knows its destroyer!" Gueldmar looked perplexedly at Ulrika. "Surely she raves again?" he said. Ulrika was silent. "Rave? Tell him I do not rave!" cried Lovisa rising in her bed to utter her words with more strength and emphasis. "May be I have raved, but that is past! The Lord, who will judge and condemn my soul, bear witness that I speak the truth!
"Shall I sing it to you?" she asked with a wild look. "No, no," said Ulrika. "Not now. By-and-by!" And she nodded her head encouragingly. "By-and-by! There'll be plenty of time for singing presently," and she laid her in bed, tucking her up warmly as though she were a very little child, and feeling strongly inclined to kiss her.
Ulrika gazed at her with as much wonder as her plain, heavy face was capable of expressing. Lovisa saw the look and smiled darkly. "One would think you had never known what love is!" she said, with a sort of grim satire in her tone. "Yet even your dull soul was on fire once! But I when I was young, I had beauty such as you never had, and I loved Olaf Gueldmar."
And oh! the bonde!" here she gave way to a fresh burst of tears "the dear, good, kind, brave bonde! That he should be dead! oh! it is too cruel too dreadful I can hardly believe it!" Ulrika patted her consolingly on the shoulder, but said nothing and Valdemar sighed. Britta sought for her handkerchief, and dried her eyes but, after a minute, began to cry again as recklessly as ever.
Enough said I will ask no more but if Olaf Gueldmar's ship's has gone, and he with it, I warn you, the village will wonder." "I cannot help it," said Svensen with cold brevity. "I have spoken truth he has gone! I saw him die and then vanish. Believe it or not as you will, I care not!" And he drove on in silence. Ulrika was silent too.
"Ah, but I should like to tell you, even if I must not sing " and Thelma gazed up anxiously from her pillow "only my head is so heavy, and full of strange noises I do not know whether I can remember it." "Don't try to remember it," and Ulrika stroked the soft cheek, with a curious yearning sensation of love tugging at her tough heartstrings. "Try to sleep that will be better for you!"
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