The Were-Wolf
Christian turned towards his brother in a torment of impatience for a word apart. The board was spread, and Sweyn was leading White Fell to the guest's place. This was more awful: she would break bread with them under the roof–tree!
He started forward, and touching Sweyn's arm, whispered an urgent entreaty. Sweyn stared, and shook his head in angry impatience.
Thereupon Christian would take no morsel of food.
His opportunity came at last. White Fell questioned of the landmarks of the country, and of one Cairn Hill, which was an appointed meeting–place at which she was due that night. The house–mistress and Sweyn both exclaimed.
"It is three long miles away," said Sweyn; "with no place for shelter but a wretched hut. Stay with us this
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