The Thrall of Leif the Lucky by Ottilie A. (Ottilia Adelina) Liljencrantz
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CHAPTER XVII THE WOOING OF HELGA At love should no one Ever wonder In another; A beauteous countenance Oft captivates the wise, Which captivates not the foolish. A man must not Blame another For what is many men's weakness; For mighty love Changes the sons of men From wise into fools. Ha'vama'l It happened, one day, that an accidental discovery caused Alwin to regard these festivities in a new light. It was a morning in November when he was in the hall, kneeling before master to lace his high boots. Leif stood before the fire, wrapping himself up for a ride across the Settlement. Some unknown cause had made the atmosphere of the breakfast-table so particularly ungenial,--Thorhild sitting with her back to her spouse, and Eric |
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