The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction by Various
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page 337 of 407 (82%)
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Fain would I know what the world may be
Over the mountains high. Mine eyes can nought but the white snow see, And up the steep sides the dark fir-tree, That climbs as if yearning to know. Say, tree, dost thou venture to go? There were eight verses, and Arne stood listening till the last word had died away. He must see who it was, and presently above him he caught sight of Eli. The sunlight was falling straight on her, and it seemed to Arne, as he looked at her, that he had never seen or dreamt of anything more beautiful in his life. He watched her get up, without letting himself be seen, and presently she was gone. Arne no longer wanted to go to the parsonage, but he went and sat where she had sat, and his breast was full of gentle feelings. Eli often went to the parsonage, and one Sunday evening Margit found her there, and persuaded the girl to walk back to Kampen with her. Eli entered the house only when she heard that Arne was not at home. It was the first time she had visited the homestead. Margit took her all over the house, and showed her Arne's room, and opened a little chest full of silk kerchiefs and ribbons. "He bought something each time he's been to the town," Margit remarked. Eli would have given anything to go away, but she dared not speak. In a special compartment in the chest she had seen a buckle, a pair of |
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