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Of the child, that was scarcely a year and a half old, he saw
nothing but the little white neck, over which its silken curls
were falling from under the blue silk bonnet. The charming
picture, however, soon vanished, as the child was crying with
pain, and when it’s mother turned round to unlock the door, the
face of the infant became visible, and Ivar observed that the
cause of its complaint was an inflamed and swollen eye, from
which the protecting bandage had partly fallen.
"Do you not recover your vision, Ivar?" said a young,
red cheeked servant-girl to him, who was tinkling gaily a mortar and
pestle, and teased Ivarr, because he was still looking at the door
through which the strange lady had disappeared with her child.
"Ah ! yes – I should have said good-day. How do you do,
Liesgreta? Your house is as full of travellers as ever I before
saw."
"Yes, and we are not sorry for it. But how are all the folks
at Swarteborg? They say here, that next Sunday the banns of
Britte and Skagn, John and Gertrude, will be proclaimed. Do
you know anything about it?"
"But who was the lady that was standing near the tire here ?
Do you know her?"
"Alas! that is a German lady, who is travelling after an
officer, who is said to have married her in foreign countries. She
is now desirous of searching for him in Norway. But I think
she has been deceived, as many others have been before her.
Yes, yes, our people could not stay always in that country."
"The poor, poor woman!" said Ivar, with unmistakable
emotion. "I am very sorry about her."
"I would not say so myself," said Liesgreta, throwing back
ber little head. "What have the nasty German girls to do with
our soldiers anyhow? It serves them right if they have been
fooled. Why did they seduce our boys? as if there were not
enough young ladies, mademoiselles, maidens, and lasses in
Sweden. Yes, God be praised, we are still as pretty as others,
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