Ulrika had
seen her but once since then,--and that was on the occasion when, at the
threat of Lovisa Elsland, and the command of the Reverend Mr.
Dyceworthy, she had given her Sir Philip Errington's card, with the
false message written on it that had decoyed her for a time into the
wily minister's power. She felt a thrill of shame as she remembered the
part she had played in that cruel trick,--and reverting once more to the
memory of Sigurd, whose tragic end at the Fall of Njedegorze she had
learned through Valdemar, she resolved to make amends now that she had
the chance, and to do her best for Thelma in her suffering and trouble.
"For who knows," mused Ulrika, "Whether it is not the Lord's hand that
is extended towards me,--and that in the ministering to the wants of her
whom I wronged, and whom my son so greatly loved, I may not thereby
cancel the past sin, and work out my own redemption!"
And her dull eyes brightened with hope, and her heart warmed,--she began
to feel almost humane and sympathetic,--and was so eager to commence her
office of nurse and consoler to Thelma that she jumped out of the sledge
almost before it had stopped at the farm gate.
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