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the Stadshuset, and it was raining a small steady rain. 

 Carl did not wait to breakfast: he expected soon to 

 find his cousin Carl Tiliander. A procession of the 

 students was marching across the market-place, with a 

 military band, and rabble following. Carl looked among 

 the students for the other Carl, but could not distinguish 

 him ; it is true he might not have known him. He 

 must go and inquire for him at the Akademiska 

 Forening, and also for Professor Humerus. 



On his way thither he looked up at the fine white 

 Norman cathedral. It is really a grand building. To 

 Carl it seemed stupendous, with its vast portal and 

 lofty granite towers. It was suited to the time when 

 Lund really housed 80,000 people, now dwindled to 

 12,000. When desolated by Charles XII.'s wars the 

 town had only 680 inhabitants. How much murder 

 one man may do and not be hanged for it! Carl 

 entered the church, the doors being open, which is not 

 usually the case out of service hours in Swedish 

 churches. A funeral was going on ; not actually the 

 service, but the bier was lying at the foot of the 

 seventeen steps leading from the nave to the transept, 

 from whence two more lead to the choir, and again three 

 steps to the high altar. It was evidently a person of 

 consideration who had died, for the coffin was covered 

 with wreaths, flags and memorials, and several persons 

 stood watching the bier. Awed, but not much interested, 

 Carl walked round the church, whose gilt and coloured 

 roof was then only a shadow of its present self, for it 



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