From a Swedish. Homestead. I. The Story of a Country House
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From a Swedish. Homestead. II. Queens at Kungahälla
On the Site of the Great Kungahälla
The Forest Queen
Sigrid Storräde
Astrid
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From a Swedish. Homestead. III. Old Agnete
From a Swedish. Homestead. IV. The Fisherman's Ring
From a Swedish. Homestead. V. Santa Caterina of Siena
From a Swedish. Homestead. VI. The Empress's Money-Chest
From a Swedish. Homestead. VII. The Peace of God
From a Swedish. Homestead. VIII. A Story from Halstanäs
From a Swedish. Homestead. IX. The Inscription on the Grave
From a Swedish. Homestead. X. The Brothers
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It was a beautiful autumn day towards the end of the thirties. There was in Upsala at that time a high, yellow, two-storied house, which stood quite alone in a little meadow on the outskirts of the town. It was a rather desolate and dismal-looking house, but was rendered less so by the Virginia-creepers which grew there in profusion, and which had crept so high up the yellow wall on the sunny side of the house that they completely surrounded the three windows on the upper story.
At one of these windows a student was sitting, drinking his morning coffee. He was a tall, handsome fellow, of distinguished appearance. His hair was brushed back from his forehead; it curled prettily, and a lock was continually falling into his eyes. He wore a loose, comfortable suit, but looked rather smart all the same.
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But it was not so, all the same. The young girl had a strange way of smiling. Her face was so serious, that one had the impression when she smiled that it was the first and only time she had ever looked happy; and now one of these rare smiles passed over her lips. She took the violin from the old man and handed it to Hede.
'Play the waltz from "Freischütz," then,' she said.