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FREDENSBORG.
Chap. XXI.
by a Swedish vessel, when to save the letters intrusted
to liis care he fastened them to a stone and cast them
into the Sound. As ill luck would have it, the string
slipped, the stone sank, and the papers floating on the
water were picked up, read, and the plot discovered.
Hutchinson immediately took refuge on board an
English vessel. Steenwinkel was taken and met with the
just punishment of his double treachery. Rostgaard took
horse, but, finding himself pursued, when he reached the
spot where this circle of stones now stands he killed his
charger, slipped out of his clothes, cast his plumed
hat and his sword into the lake—thereby deceiving his
enemies, who, imagining he had been killed, ceased in
their pursuit—and he in disguise gained Copenhagen.
His fair and youthful wife inhabited her manor of
Rostgaard, at a short distance from Elsinore, one of the
most beautiful residences in the neighbourhood. A
widow (for such she was supposed to be), young, rich,
and pretty, was too great a prize in the matrimonial
market to escape the notice of the Swedish officers. A
company was now quartered at the manor-house, and
the whole corps, from the colonel down to the beardless
ensign, commenced paying their addresses to her.
Kirstine Rostgaard was a femme d’esprit, and well she
played her cards. Reveal her husband’s existence she
dare not: the soldiers would have no longer treated her
house and gardens with the consideration they now
showed, each hoping, in course of time, it might become
his own possession.
When pressed by the most ardent of her adorers, she
begged for time—she was so late a widow, and, though
she had her troubles with Rostgaard, still she owed it
to her own self to wait till the year of mourning was
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