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"To Swarteborg," replied the boy, endeavouring to incase his
big hands in his gloves, to enable him to grasp the reins more
firmly. At this moment Ivar advanced modestly, but with the
assurance of a man who is about offering consolation, to the
strange lady, and said, more devoutly than he had ever before
done fo any person, "I am going to Swarteborg; it is my home;
if you will permit me to drive you, I am good for any accident
that might happen, which depends upon the driver."
"Accept my thanks, noble boy, I will remunerate your kindness
as much as I am able," said she, with friendly emotion, and
the look with which she accompanied the words was more
valuable to Ivar than all.
Ivar advised the lady to walk up the hill on foot; and with
the child in her arms, preceded by ber dog, she began the difficult
ascent. But before she had half completed the distance,
she felt that her powers would not uphold her farther. As soon
as Ivar saw this, he bade the boy to lead the horse up the hill,
and offered to carry the child. Without objection the lady confided
the little innocent to his care. While he pressed the child
tenderly to his bosom, all kind of singular thoughts arose within
him. It appeared to him something so consoling, so secretly
sweet, to have such an innocent being under his protection, he
could not refrain from press his lips on the child’s white
cheeks, yet there could not be found in the whole world two
beings so utterly dissimilar as the white pony and the little
angel he bore in his arms. Nevertheless his present feelings
were much similar to those which he had formerly entertained
for his favourite.
Ivar’s heart was actually made for love. He felt the want of
taking care of some one. If was for these reasons that he was
now so happy, and wished that his way to Swarteborg was twice
as long as it really was.
When he had reached the summit of the hill, the lady entered
the cart, took her child in her arms, wrapped the cloak carefully
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