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"Pardon me, sir, but how did you meet
her?"
"By accident," replied Errington promptly, not caring to relate his
morning's adventure for the pilot's benefit. "Is she some great
personage here?"
Svensen sighed, and smiled somewhat dubiously.
"Great? Oh, no; not what you would call great. Her father, Olaf Gueldmar,
is a _bonde_,--that is, a farmer in his own right. He has a goodly
house, and a few fair acres well planted and tilled,--also he pays his
men freely,--but those that work for him are all he sees,--neither he
nor his daughter ever visit the town. They dwell apart, and have nothing
in common with their neighbors."
"And where do they live?" asked Lorimer, becoming as interested as he
had formerly been incredulous.
The pilot leaned lightly over the rail of the deck and pointed towards
the west.
"You see that great rock shaped like a giant's helmet, and behind it a
high green knoll, clustered thick with birch and pine?"
They nodded assent.
"At the side of the knoll is the _bonde's_ house, a good eight-mile walk
from the outskirts of Bosekop.


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