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Poor Thelma sat resignedly watching her own attire taken from her, and allowing herself to be wrapped in a comfortable loose garment of white wadmel, as warm as eider-down, which Ulrika had found in a cupboard upstairs, and which, indeed, had once belonged to Thelma, she and Britta having made it together. She examined its texture now with some faint interest then she asked plaintively
"You owe me nothing," said Ulrika in those harsh, monotonous tones which she had of late learned to modulate. "Nothing. The debt is all on my side." She stopped abruptly a dull red color flushed her face her eyes dwelt on Thelma with a musing tenderness. Sir Philip looked at her in some surprise. "Yes," she went on. "The debt is all on my side.
"God help the man!" exclaimed Ulrika startled. "Who is dying?" "She the Froeken Thelma Lady Errington she is all alone up there," and he pointed distractedly in the direction from whence he had come. "I can get no one in Bosekop, the women are cowards all, all afraid to go near her," and he wrung his hands in passionate distress.
Ulrika paused then, as no one uttered a word, she looked up boldly, and spoke with a sort of desperate determination. "You see you have nothing to thank me for," she went on, addressing herself to Sir Philip, while Thelma, leaning back on her pillows, and holding Britta's hand, regarded her with a new and amazed interest.
She was still light-headed her face grew thin and shadowy, her hands were almost transparent in their whiteness and delicacy, and her voice was so faint as to be nearly in-audible. Sometimes Ulrika got frightened at her appearance, and heartily wished for medical assistance but this was not to be had.
She seemed surprised at this, but made no remark. For some time she remained quiet, steadfastly gazing at Ulrika, and evidently trying to make out who she was. Presently she spoke again. "I remember everything now," she said, slowly. "I am at home, at the Altenfjord and I know how I came and also why I came." Here her lips quivered.
And let me tell you, madame, that if it had not been for you, she would not have come here at all. You took that card to her?" Ulrika frowned. "I was compelled," she said. "She made me take it. I promised." She turned her dull eyes slowly on Gueldmar. "It was Lovisa's fault. Ask Lovisa about it." She paused, and moistened her dry lips with her tongue.
Then, after much glad converse, Ulrika was called, and Sir Philip seizing her hand, shook it with such force and fervor that she was quite overcome. "I don't know how to thank you!" he said, his eyes sparkling with gratitude. "It's impossible to repay such goodness as yours!
"And now" she gasped "if the Froeken dies I will die too. I will you see if I don't! I w-w-won't live without her!" And such a big sob broke from her heaving bosom that it threatened to burst her trimly laced little bodice. "She will not die," said Ulrika decisively. "I have had my fears but the crisis is passed. Do not fret, Britta there is no longer any danger.
But Sigurd was my child born in an evil hour and I I strove to kill him at his birth." Thelma uttered a faint cry of horror. Ulrika turned an imploring gaze upon her. "Don't hate me!" she said, her voice trembling. "Don't, for God's sake, hate me! You don't know what I have suffered! I was mad, I think, at the time I flung the child in the Fjord to drown; your father, Olaf Gueldmar, rescued him.
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