THE BRIDE OF OMBERG
This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!
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An excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter:
"What are you doing with my old blue frock-coat, Agneta? I hope you will not cut it in pieces."
The lady of the house answered this question with a smile, and the clipping scissors which were gliding through the cloth plainly announced the fate that awaited this unfortunate coat.
"Have you lost your senses? Have you lost your memory? Did not you consent to wed me the day I first put on that coat? I remember it as well as though it had been yesterday, that I had it made for the very purpose of bribing you. It was then a stately garment!"
"Yes, my little old fellow!" replied Mrs. Agneta, nodding pleasantly to her husband. "Then you used the coat as a decoy bird, and therefore you must not be cross if I put it to the same use again." With these words she drew a peculiarly-shaped pattern from her work-bag, and spreading the coat upon the table, placed the pattern upon it, and despite the imploring looks of the old gentleman, the scissors made their way rapidly through the faded cloth.
"Well, what are you making?"
"A decoy bird."
"Ah! yes, I might have thought so," growled the old man. "After you had used your own garment, as long as there was any of it left, to make decoy birds for the boy, you now trespass upon the father's coat. Truly, Agneta all this trumpery will come to a bad end yet."
"Well, well, dear husband, don't get into a rage about it," replied Mistress Agneta, as she laid the pieces she had cut according to the pattern, upon the table before her, and rolling up the balance of the cloth into a small bundle she thrust it quickly behind the cushioned back of the high arm-chair.
"Aye! I should think that one might be allowed to speak a word about the young gentleman. I only ask whether I fared as wildly when I was young, doing nothing else in the world but being a scarecrow for the birds of the air and the fishes of the sea?"
"Then you are not satisfied that he goes to catch fish?"
"I object neither to hunting nor fishing, if one only knows how to limit them; but I do not like that the young gentleman, who is destined to inherit the iron foundry, and smelting establishment, with twenty landed estates, and who could employ himself more usefully than in spending his time in fooleries which a peasant lout might perform as well as himself—"
"What are you thinking about?" said Mistress Agneta, who had commenced sewing the side of the decoy bird preparatory to stuffing it. "I hope that you do not think that these louts could manage a decoy bird as skillfully, or climb a tree and lay out upon the branches to decoy the hazel hen, as well as our Charles Augustus. No, they cannot do it. If we had only them for hunters we should never have any game for our table."
"Well, we might live without it."
"Hand me the pearl to make the eye with. Now tell me, don't the decoy look quite natural?"
"O, yes; but I again inquire how will all this end? Is it thus that our fields are cultivated, the trip-hammer put in motion, the coal-bins and barns made? If one does nothing but ramble around in the woods and ride upon the lake; and aside from this, if one is so very bashful that he dare not look even into the eyes of a pretty girl, he will certainly never amount to anything, and will finally die an old bachelor."
"Husband! husband!"
"Wife—wife—I know what I say. When you and I are lying under the grass, his overseers, his workmen, and all of that beggarly tribe, will cheat him before his very eyes. He is worse, indeed, than—"
"Than what?" inquired Mistress Agneta, as she stuffed the bird until its breast filled out like the newly-wadded uniform of a militia officer;—"than what?"
"Than a fool—for a fantastic fellow is worse than a fool."
"Well, then, place him under arrest....
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An excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter:
"What are you doing with my old blue frock-coat, Agneta? I hope you will not cut it in pieces."
The lady of the house answered this question with a smile, and the clipping scissors which were gliding through the cloth plainly announced the fate that awaited this unfortunate coat.
"Have you lost your senses? Have you lost your memory? Did not you consent to wed me the day I first put on that coat? I remember it as well as though it had been yesterday, that I had it made for the very purpose of bribing you. It was then a stately garment!"
"Yes, my little old fellow!" replied Mrs. Agneta, nodding pleasantly to her husband. "Then you used the coat as a decoy bird, and therefore you must not be cross if I put it to the same use again." With these words she drew a peculiarly-shaped pattern from her work-bag, and spreading the coat upon the table, placed the pattern upon it, and despite the imploring looks of the old gentleman, the scissors made their way rapidly through the faded cloth.
"Well, what are you making?"
"A decoy bird."
"Ah! yes, I might have thought so," growled the old man. "After you had used your own garment, as long as there was any of it left, to make decoy birds for the boy, you now trespass upon the father's coat. Truly, Agneta all this trumpery will come to a bad end yet."
"Well, well, dear husband, don't get into a rage about it," replied Mistress Agneta, as she laid the pieces she had cut according to the pattern, upon the table before her, and rolling up the balance of the cloth into a small bundle she thrust it quickly behind the cushioned back of the high arm-chair.
"Aye! I should think that one might be allowed to speak a word about the young gentleman. I only ask whether I fared as wildly when I was young, doing nothing else in the world but being a scarecrow for the birds of the air and the fishes of the sea?"
"Then you are not satisfied that he goes to catch fish?"
"I object neither to hunting nor fishing, if one only knows how to limit them; but I do not like that the young gentleman, who is destined to inherit the iron foundry, and smelting establishment, with twenty landed estates, and who could employ himself more usefully than in spending his time in fooleries which a peasant lout might perform as well as himself—"
"What are you thinking about?" said Mistress Agneta, who had commenced sewing the side of the decoy bird preparatory to stuffing it. "I hope that you do not think that these louts could manage a decoy bird as skillfully, or climb a tree and lay out upon the branches to decoy the hazel hen, as well as our Charles Augustus. No, they cannot do it. If we had only them for hunters we should never have any game for our table."
"Well, we might live without it."
"Hand me the pearl to make the eye with. Now tell me, don't the decoy look quite natural?"
"O, yes; but I again inquire how will all this end? Is it thus that our fields are cultivated, the trip-hammer put in motion, the coal-bins and barns made? If one does nothing but ramble around in the woods and ride upon the lake; and aside from this, if one is so very bashful that he dare not look even into the eyes of a pretty girl, he will certainly never amount to anything, and will finally die an old bachelor."
"Husband! husband!"
"Wife—wife—I know what I say. When you and I are lying under the grass, his overseers, his workmen, and all of that beggarly tribe, will cheat him before his very eyes. He is worse, indeed, than—"
"Than what?" inquired Mistress Agneta, as she stuffed the bird until its breast filled out like the newly-wadded uniform of a militia officer;—"than what?"
"Than a fool—for a fantastic fellow is worse than a fool."
"Well, then, place him under arrest....
THE BRIDE OF OMBERG
This ebook edition has been proofed and corrected and compiled to be read with without errors!
***
An excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter:
"What are you doing with my old blue frock-coat, Agneta? I hope you will not cut it in pieces."
The lady of the house answered this question with a smile, and the clipping scissors which were gliding through the cloth plainly announced the fate that awaited this unfortunate coat.
"Have you lost your senses? Have you lost your memory? Did not you consent to wed me the day I first put on that coat? I remember it as well as though it had been yesterday, that I had it made for the very purpose of bribing you. It was then a stately garment!"
"Yes, my little old fellow!" replied Mrs. Agneta, nodding pleasantly to her husband. "Then you used the coat as a decoy bird, and therefore you must not be cross if I put it to the same use again." With these words she drew a peculiarly-shaped pattern from her work-bag, and spreading the coat upon the table, placed the pattern upon it, and despite the imploring looks of the old gentleman, the scissors made their way rapidly through the faded cloth.
"Well, what are you making?"
"A decoy bird."
"Ah! yes, I might have thought so," growled the old man. "After you had used your own garment, as long as there was any of it left, to make decoy birds for the boy, you now trespass upon the father's coat. Truly, Agneta all this trumpery will come to a bad end yet."
"Well, well, dear husband, don't get into a rage about it," replied Mistress Agneta, as she laid the pieces she had cut according to the pattern, upon the table before her, and rolling up the balance of the cloth into a small bundle she thrust it quickly behind the cushioned back of the high arm-chair.
"Aye! I should think that one might be allowed to speak a word about the young gentleman. I only ask whether I fared as wildly when I was young, doing nothing else in the world but being a scarecrow for the birds of the air and the fishes of the sea?"
"Then you are not satisfied that he goes to catch fish?"
"I object neither to hunting nor fishing, if one only knows how to limit them; but I do not like that the young gentleman, who is destined to inherit the iron foundry, and smelting establishment, with twenty landed estates, and who could employ himself more usefully than in spending his time in fooleries which a peasant lout might perform as well as himself—"
"What are you thinking about?" said Mistress Agneta, who had commenced sewing the side of the decoy bird preparatory to stuffing it. "I hope that you do not think that these louts could manage a decoy bird as skillfully, or climb a tree and lay out upon the branches to decoy the hazel hen, as well as our Charles Augustus. No, they cannot do it. If we had only them for hunters we should never have any game for our table."
"Well, we might live without it."
"Hand me the pearl to make the eye with. Now tell me, don't the decoy look quite natural?"
"O, yes; but I again inquire how will all this end? Is it thus that our fields are cultivated, the trip-hammer put in motion, the coal-bins and barns made? If one does nothing but ramble around in the woods and ride upon the lake; and aside from this, if one is so very bashful that he dare not look even into the eyes of a pretty girl, he will certainly never amount to anything, and will finally die an old bachelor."
"Husband! husband!"
"Wife—wife—I know what I say. When you and I are lying under the grass, his overseers, his workmen, and all of that beggarly tribe, will cheat him before his very eyes. He is worse, indeed, than—"
"Than what?" inquired Mistress Agneta, as she stuffed the bird until its breast filled out like the newly-wadded uniform of a militia officer;—"than what?"
"Than a fool—for a fantastic fellow is worse than a fool."
"Well, then, place him under arrest....
***
An excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter:
"What are you doing with my old blue frock-coat, Agneta? I hope you will not cut it in pieces."
The lady of the house answered this question with a smile, and the clipping scissors which were gliding through the cloth plainly announced the fate that awaited this unfortunate coat.
"Have you lost your senses? Have you lost your memory? Did not you consent to wed me the day I first put on that coat? I remember it as well as though it had been yesterday, that I had it made for the very purpose of bribing you. It was then a stately garment!"
"Yes, my little old fellow!" replied Mrs. Agneta, nodding pleasantly to her husband. "Then you used the coat as a decoy bird, and therefore you must not be cross if I put it to the same use again." With these words she drew a peculiarly-shaped pattern from her work-bag, and spreading the coat upon the table, placed the pattern upon it, and despite the imploring looks of the old gentleman, the scissors made their way rapidly through the faded cloth.
"Well, what are you making?"
"A decoy bird."
"Ah! yes, I might have thought so," growled the old man. "After you had used your own garment, as long as there was any of it left, to make decoy birds for the boy, you now trespass upon the father's coat. Truly, Agneta all this trumpery will come to a bad end yet."
"Well, well, dear husband, don't get into a rage about it," replied Mistress Agneta, as she laid the pieces she had cut according to the pattern, upon the table before her, and rolling up the balance of the cloth into a small bundle she thrust it quickly behind the cushioned back of the high arm-chair.
"Aye! I should think that one might be allowed to speak a word about the young gentleman. I only ask whether I fared as wildly when I was young, doing nothing else in the world but being a scarecrow for the birds of the air and the fishes of the sea?"
"Then you are not satisfied that he goes to catch fish?"
"I object neither to hunting nor fishing, if one only knows how to limit them; but I do not like that the young gentleman, who is destined to inherit the iron foundry, and smelting establishment, with twenty landed estates, and who could employ himself more usefully than in spending his time in fooleries which a peasant lout might perform as well as himself—"
"What are you thinking about?" said Mistress Agneta, who had commenced sewing the side of the decoy bird preparatory to stuffing it. "I hope that you do not think that these louts could manage a decoy bird as skillfully, or climb a tree and lay out upon the branches to decoy the hazel hen, as well as our Charles Augustus. No, they cannot do it. If we had only them for hunters we should never have any game for our table."
"Well, we might live without it."
"Hand me the pearl to make the eye with. Now tell me, don't the decoy look quite natural?"
"O, yes; but I again inquire how will all this end? Is it thus that our fields are cultivated, the trip-hammer put in motion, the coal-bins and barns made? If one does nothing but ramble around in the woods and ride upon the lake; and aside from this, if one is so very bashful that he dare not look even into the eyes of a pretty girl, he will certainly never amount to anything, and will finally die an old bachelor."
"Husband! husband!"
"Wife—wife—I know what I say. When you and I are lying under the grass, his overseers, his workmen, and all of that beggarly tribe, will cheat him before his very eyes. He is worse, indeed, than—"
"Than what?" inquired Mistress Agneta, as she stuffed the bird until its breast filled out like the newly-wadded uniform of a militia officer;—"than what?"
"Than a fool—for a fantastic fellow is worse than a fool."
"Well, then, place him under arrest....
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| BN ID: | 2940012050533 |
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| Publisher: | Leila's Books |
| Publication date: | 01/07/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 392 KB |
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