"She will not die," said Ulrika decisively. "I have had my fears--but
the crisis is passed. Do not fret, Britta--there is no longer any
danger. Her husband's love will lift the trouble from her heart--and
strength will return more speedily than it left her."
And turning a little aside on the pretence of throwing more wood on the
fire, she muttered inaudibly, "O Lord, verily thou hast done well to
grant my just demand! Even for this will I remain Thy servant for ever!"
After this parenthesis, she resumed the conversation,--Valdemar Svensen
sitting silently apart,--and related all that had happened since
Thelma's arrival at the Altenfjord. She also gave an account of Lovisa
Elsland's death,--though Britta was not much affected by the loss of her
grandmother.
"Dreadful old thing!" she said with a shudder. "I'm glad I wasn't with
her! I remember how she cursed the Froeken,--perhaps her curse has
brought all the trouble--if so, it's a good thing she's dead, for now
everything will come right again.
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