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He,
from his superior height, glanced down with pity on the unfortunate
creature, whom he at once took to be the actual owner of the cave he had
explored. Uncertain what to do, whether to speak or remain silent, he
moved slightly as though to pass on; but the shock-headed dwarf leaped
lightly in his way, and, planting himself firmly before him, shrieked
some unintelligible threat, of which Errington could only make out the
last words, "Nifleheim" and "Nastrond."
"I believe he is commending me to the old Norwegian inferno," thought
the young baronet with a smile, amused at the little man's evident
excitement. "Very polite of him, I'm sure! But, after all, I had no
business here. I'd better apologize." And forthwith he began to speak in
the simplest English words he could choose, taking care to pronounce
them very slowly and distinctly.
"I cannot understand you, my good sir; but I see you are angry. I came
here by accident. I am going away now at once."
His explanation had a strange effect.


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