Arnfinn

Arnfinn she killed at Murkle in Caithness with her own hand; Havard she induced

Sutherland and Caithness in Saga-Time or, The Jarls and The Freskyns James Gray

"I brought his book," remarked Arnfinn, making a gigantic effort to be generous, for he felt dim stirrings of jealousy within him.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

"Only not a physiological, but possibly a psychological one," remarked Arnfinn.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

"Yes, you are wonderfully discreet," cried Arnfinn, laughing, while the girl bit her under lip with an air of penitence and mortification which, in any other bosom than a cousin's would have aroused compassion.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

"I am sure I can go if you can," responded Arnfinn, not any too eagerly.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

"No, I thank you," responded Strand, with an incredulous laugh, glancing alternately from Arnfinn to the knapsack, as if estimating their proportionate weight.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

Strand paced the floor with large steps, pouring out his long pent-up emotion in violent tirades of self - accusation and regret; while Arnfinn sat on the bed, trying to soothe his excitement by assuring him that he was not such a monster as, for the moment, he had believed himself to be, but only succeeding, in spite of all his efforts, in pouring oil on the flames.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

"That is what I call scientific love-making," said Arnfinn, looking up from the book with an expression of subdued amusement.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

"You are getting quite dithyrambic, my dear," remarked Arnfinn, with an air of cousinly superiority, which he felt was eminently becoming to him; and Augusta looked up with quick surprise, then smiled in an absent way, and forgot what she had been saying.

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877

Arnfinn, who was a hard sleeper, gave another rub, and, in a querulously sleepy tone, managed to mutter:

Tales From Two Hemispheres 1877