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aid to make Uncle Brüs s
other's son could not say or do or think anything that was not like a gentleman. I knew her, poor dear, when we were both young. See, here is
ter, which his uncle had cru
ore that Havnholme is part of the Lunda property, and that it was my dea
their haunts, but I cannot (knowing as I do so well the mind of my late father in this matter) permit innocent
I have no doubt we could smooth this matter-I mean your grievance regarding Havnholme. It see
as it I were only the medium through which my good noble father were making his wishes known.
e is a brick; but I know how Uncle Brüs would flare up over this. One has only to utter 'h
a shame about the birds, Yaspard. You said so, you know; a
holme is his property; and the Lairds of Lund
rd," she cried, "don't you begin that way too. Don't you believe all that'
p the hatchet yet. But can you tell me
an about, or why. The Garsons and Adiesens wer
articular part of the family feu
at was enough. But no! By-and-by they got debating that the bargain had not been a fair one, then that Havnholme was not included with the other skerries, and so it went as long as they lived. After that their sons took it up, and disputed, and fought, and never got nearer the truth, for there were no papers to be found to prove who was right; and the ten
id Yaspard, who quite en
because she married the son of his enemy. It has been the same since your uncle came to be Laird. If your father had lived it would have been different, for he bore ill-feeling to no one; but he was so much away with his ship, he never got a chance to put things right; which I know he c
ered Yaspard; then aloud he asked
on the table. He read it to me, and I felt a
did he
arrison boys across the sound in your little boat early to-morrow, and they were to leave the letter at the post-office. They were not to go to the Ha' for their lives. Brüs never told me to do a harder thing th
and put it in his pocket. "Leave this affair to me, auntie," he said;
peculiar in Yaspard's words or expression, but Signy did, a
fit into your
skin to a sea
and was piled full of curious swords, cutlasses, horse-pistols, battle-axes, some foils and masks, and a battered old shield. Not one of all these implements had been in use for a century-some were of far more ancient date. They had neither edge, nor point, nor power of any sort beyond what might lie in their weight if it
nd the Manse boys spending the night on Havnholme! What times those boys have, to be sure. They go everywhere, and stay just as long as they please. I could not count how many
sat down to his desk and wrote a letter, which pleased him
s myself so well on paper. It's as good a
u make me up a bit of ferdimet,[3] auntie? I am going off early to-morrow to fish. (It
u?" said Aunt Osla. "Don't forget a
won't f
ost-office before going to fis
but Signy detected a new fire in his eyes, and a twitching of the mouth that suggested ideas! Moreover, she had been on
nd way of taking p
a shed for d
et," food f
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