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That would account for many things, and the idea, once in my mind, took firm root there. Sometime, when opportunity offered, I would ask Jeanne Falla. She would certainly know all about her own husband's family. Whether she would tell me was quite another matter.
Beside him sat Lars Gunnarson, enlightening him as to who had moved away from the district within the year, and who had married. Jan having answered all questions correctly and promptly, the pastor turned to Lars and put a query to him in a low tone of voice. "It was not as serious as it appeared," said Lars. "I took it out of him. He works at Falla every day now, as he has always done."
He stayed in the hut day after day, and it looked as though Eric of Falla's rye would go unthreshed that year. It was Katrina who nursed the little girl, who spread the quilt over her every time she cast it off, and who fed her a little diluted blueberry cordial, which the housewife at Falla had sent them.
The big farmhouse at Falla, with lighted candles at every window, stood out as a beacon to the Ruffluck folk, so that they were able to find their way to Börje's hut; there they met some of their neighbours, bearing torches they had prepared on Christmas Eve.
But I think" and there was a touch of pride in her pleasure at it "she has been here every time she has come across to see Jeanne Falla. She is a good girl ...and I think she is prettier than ever." But for myself I thought that was perhaps because she saw her with new eyes. "And my grandfather? and Krok?" "Both well, only much troubled about you.
It would not be surprising, thought he, if Glory Goldie had turned to the old mistress of Falla and asked her to tell him and Katrina of the great thing that had come to her. For the old seine-maker had been taken down with rheumatic fever shortly after their interrupted conversation, and for weeks he had been too ill to see him. Now he was up and about again, but very feeble.
Her quick changes and childish vagaries kept one, at all events, very much alive and in a state of constant expectation. And whenever I think of her I thank God for Jeanne Falla, and all that that wisest and sharpest and tenderest of women was able to do for her. For, you see, Carette was peculiarly circumstanced, and might have gone to waste but for her aunt Jeanne.
On the little girl's first birthday her father was out digging in the field at Falla; he tried to recall to mind how it had been in the old days, when he had no one to think about while at work in the held; when he did not have the beating heart in him, and when he had no longings and was never anxious. "To think that a man can be like that!" he mused in contempt of his old self.
He lingered a moment in the stable-yard, then went straight over to the house and up the steps into the hallway. It is the worst possible form for the father to appear before the clergyman, particularly when his child has ouch sponsors as Eric of Falla, and his wife.
They were bequeathed to my father-in-law, Eric Ersa, by the old master of Falla, he who ran the farm before Eric took it over. These things have always been treasured in the family, and I can't tolerate having a lunatic parade around in them."
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