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and I did also, but Cnut did not see so
much of him as before, for Cnut had to work, and in the evening they
were reading and she--she--grew more and more beautiful, and laughed
and sang more. And so the summer passed. The autumn came, but he
did not go, and I was well content, for she was happy, and, in truth, the
place was cheerier that he was here.
"Cnut alone seemed downcast, but I knew not why; and then the snow
came. One morning we awoke and the farm was as white as the
mountains. I said to him, 'Now you are here for the winter,' and he
laughed and said, 'No, I will stay till the new-year. I have business then
in England, and I must go.' And I turned, and her face was like
sunshine, for she knew that none but Cnut and I had ever passed the
Devil's Ledge in the snow, and the other way by which I took the
Doctor home was worse then, though easier in the summer, only longer.
But Cnut looked gloomy, at which I chid him; but he was silent. And
the autumn passed rapidly, so cheerful was he, finding in the snow as
much pleasure as in the sunshine, and taking her out to slide and race
on shoes till she would come in with her cheeks like roses in summer,
and her eyes like stars, and she made it warm where she was.
"And one evening they came home. He was gayer than ever, and she
more beautiful, but silenter than her wont. She looked like her mother
the evening I asked her to be my wife. I could not take my eyes from
her. That night Cnut was a caged wolf. At last he asked me to come out,

and then he told me that he had seen Harold kiss her and had heard him
tell her that he loved her, and she had not driven him away. My heart
was wrung for Cnut, for I loved him, and he wept like a child. I tried to
comfort him, but it was useless, and the next day he went away for a
time. I was glad to have him go, for I grieved for him, and I thought she
would miss him and be glad when he came again, and though the snow
was bad on the mountain he was sure as a wolf. He bade us good-by
and left with his eyes looking like a hurt dog's. I thought she would
have wept to have him go, but she did not. She gave him her hand and
turned back to Harold, and smiled to him when he smiled. It was the
first time in all her life that I had not been glad to have her smile, and I
was sorry Harold had stayed, and I watched Cnut climb the mountain
like a dark speck against the snow till he disappeared. She was so
happy and beautiful that I could not long be out with her, though I
grieved for Cnut, and when she came to me and told me one night of
her great love for Harold I forgot my own regret in her joy, and I said
nothing to Harold, because she told me he said that in his country it
was not usual for the father to be told or to speak to a daughter's lover.
"They were much taken up together after that, and I was alone, and I
missed Cnut sorely, and would have longed for him more but for her
happiness. But one day, when he had been gone two months, I looked
over the mountain, and on the snow I saw a black speck. It had not been
there before, and I watched it as it moved, and I knew it was Cnut.
"I said nothing until he came, and then I ran and met him. He was thin,
and worn, and older; but his eyes had a look in them which I thought
was joy at getting home; only they were not soft, and he looked taller
than when he left, and he spoke little. His eyes softened when she,
hearing his voice, came out and held out her hand to him, smiling to
welcome him; but he did not kiss her as kinsfolk do after long absence,
and when Harold came out the wolf-look came back into his eyes.
Harold looked not so pleased to see him, but held out his hand to greet
him. But Cnut stepped back, and suddenly drawing from his breast a
letter placed it in his palm, saying slowly, 'I have been to England, Lord
Harold, and have brought you this from your Lady Ethelfrid
Penrith--they expect you to your wedding