"
As he thus spoke, his countenance glowed with indignation.
A slight cough at the other side of the room attracted Ragnar's
attention. It was Carl.
"I understand you, Carl," said he, "you must pardon me. I forgot myself
when I said the women were deserted."
And the frank and honest Ragnar, whose ruddy brown countenance bespoke
his health, advanced and extended his hand to Carl, who with a face as
sickly and yellow as the seared leaves without, was reclining upon the
sofa, watching the family group with a restless eye.
Poor Carl, each day he gradually faded, and his belief in the warning
voice he had heard in the church yard became firm and unwavering. He
accepted Ragnar's proffered hand with a grateful smile.
"How hot you are!" exclaimed Ragnar, "I will hasten to the village and
speak to the physician."
As Ragnar thus spoke, Carl laughed in his peculiar manner. "That will be
profitable indeed!" said he.
"Certainly it will, dear Carl," said Magde, approaching the sick youth,
"Ragnar is right.
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