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Britta, on perceiving her, uttered a faint shriek, and without
considering the propriety of her action, buried her nut-brown curls and
sparkling eyes in Duprez's coat-sleeve, which, to do the Frenchman
justice, was exceedingly prompt to receive and shelter its fair burden.
The _bonde_ rose from his chair, and his face grew stern.
"What do you here, Lovisa Elsland? Have you walked thus far from Talvig
to pay a visit that must needs be unwelcome?"
"Unwelcome I know I am," replied Lovisa, disdainfully noting the terror
of Britta and the astonished glances if Errington and his
friends--"unwelcome at all times,--but most unwelcome at the hour of
feasting ad folly,--for who can endure to receive a message from the
Lord when the mouth is full of savory morsels, and the brain reels with
the wicked wine? Yet I have come in spite of your iniquities. Olaf
Gueldmar,--strong in the strength of the Lord, I dare to set foot upon
your accursed threshold, and once more make my just demand. Give me back
the child of my dead daughter! .


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