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`` I do not mind ! '' she answered quietly , and turning to Friedhof who had come to see her off , she shook hands with him warmly and thanked him for the trouble he had taken in her behalf . The good landlord bade her farewell somewhat reluctantly , -- he had a presentiment that there was something wrong with the beautiful , golden-haired daughter of the _ Jarl _ -- and that perhaps he ought to have prevented her making this uncomfortable and possibly perilous voyage . But it was too late now , -- and at a little before seven o'clock , the vessel , -- which rejoiced in the name of the _ Black Polly _ , -- left the harbor , and steamed fussily down the Humber in the teeth of a sudden storm of sleet and snow . Her departure had no interest for any one save Friedhof , who stood watching her till she was no more than a speck on the turbid water . He kept his post , regardless of the piercing cold of the gusty , early morning air , till she had entirely disappeared , and then returned to his own house and his daily business in a rather depressed frame of mind . He was haunted by the pale face and serious eyes of Thelma -- she looked very ill , he thought .