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"They are all nonsense, Miss Gueldmar," he said
quickly. "There's nothing 'sweet' about them, I tell you frankly! All
rubbish, every line of them!"
"Then you should not write them," said Thelma quietly. "It is only a
pity and a disappointment."
"I wish every one were of your opinion," laughed Lorimer, "it would
spare us a lot of indifferent verse."
"Ah! you have the chief Skald of all the world in your land!" cried
Gueldmar, bringing his fist down with a jovial thump on the table. "He
can teach you all that you need to know."
"_Skald_?" queried Lorimer dubiously. "Oh, you mean bard. I suppose you
allude to Shakespeare?"
"I do," said the old _bonde_ enthusiastically, "he is the only glory of
your country I envy! I would give anything to prove him a Norwegian. By
Valhalla! had he but been one of the Bards of Odin, the world might have
followed the grand old creed still! If anything could ever persuade me
to be a Christian, it would be the fact that Shakespeare was one.


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