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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.
She followed him out into the kitchen, where he had deposited his load of pine-wood, and began to talk to him in low tones. He listened, the expression of grief and fear deepened on his countenance as he heard. "Will she die?" he asked anxiously. "Let us hope not," returned Ulrika, "But there is no doubt she is very ill, and will be worse. What has brought her here, I wonder? Do you know?"
Gueldmar heard her not he was looking towards a low pallet bed, on which lay, extended at full length, an apparently insensible form. "Has she been long thus?" he asked, in a low voice. "Since last night," replied the woman no other than Mr. Dyceworthy's former servant, Ulrika. "She wakened suddenly, and bade me send for you. To-day she has not spoken." The bonde sighed somewhat impatiently.
There are thousands of misguided persons who worship such a thing as this. It is often all of our dear Lord they know. Sad, very sad! But still, though they, alas! are not of the elect, and are plainly doomed to perdition, they are not precisely what are termed witches, Ulrika."
One night, sitting beside her exhausted patient, Ulrika fancied she saw a change on the wan face a softer, more, peaceful look than had been there for many days. Half in fear, half in hope, she watched, Thelma seemed to sleep, but presently her large blue eyes opened with a calm yet wondering expression in their clear depths. She turned slightly on her pillows, and smiled faintly.
"Oh dear, oh dear!" she cried, "to think that the Froeken should be so ill almost dying! and have nobody but you to attend to her!" This, with a vindictive toss of the brown curls. Ulrika winced at her words she was hurt, but she answered gently
Some of her acquaintance were wont to say that she was no longer the "godly" Ulrika but however this might be, it is certain she had drifted a little nearer to the Author of all godliness, which after all, is the most we dare to strive for in all our differing creeds. It was not long before Thelma began to recover.
He may trifle with her; yes! . . . and he will help me by so doing. The more mud on her name, the better for me; the more disgrace, the more need of rescue, and the more grateful she will have to be. Just a word to Ulrika, and the scandal will spread. Patience, patience!"
Come, mistress, let us follow the sunshine!" And, taking the hand she extended towards him, he turned away, looking back once, however, to call out loudly "Good-bye, bad dreams!" As they disappeared behind the trees, Lovisa turned angrily to the still-sobbing Ulrika. "What is this folly?" she exclaimed, striking her staff fiercely into the ground. "Art mad or bewitched?"
The wind shook the doors, and whistled shrilly through the crevices, then, as though tired of its own wrath, surged away in hoarse murmurs over the tops of the creaking pines towards the Fjord, and there was a short, impressive silence. Ulrika still waited almost holding her breath in expectation of some divine manifestation. The brief stillness grew unbearable.. . . Hush! What was that!
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