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." Lorimer's hand fell heavily on his shoulder, and his voice was very stern.
"What nonsense, Sigurd! You don't know what you are talking about to-day.

Errington my foe! Good heavens! Why, he's my best friend! Do you hear ?" Sigurd stared up at him in vacant surprise, but nodded feebly.
"Well, mind you remember it! The spirits tell lies, my boy, if they say that he is my enemy.

I would give my life to save his!" He spoke quietly, and rose from his seat on the moss as he finished his words, and his face had an expression that was both noble and resolute.
Sigurd still gazed upon him.