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But she was fond of him and thought nothing of a few blows only it didn't do for the child. She never had food for it, and now it's dead." The door at the end of the gangway opened, and the big Jutlander came out with a tiny coffin under his arm. He was singing a hymn in an indistinct voice, as he stood there waiting. In the side passage, behind the partition-wall, a boy's voice was mocking him.
"We must see if we can't find nice lodgings for him. You must take the situation you can't go on living here." Prom the end of the long gangway came a curious noise, which sounded like a mixture of singing and crying. Young Lasse got down onto his feet near the open door, and said, "Sh! Singing! Sh!" "Yes! That's the pasteboard-worker and her great Jutlander," said Marie.
When they returned to Jutland and the sand-hills, and told all that had passed, it was remarked that Jörgen might boil over, but he was an honest pot for all that. "But not of Jutland manufacture he cannot be called a Jutlander," was Morten's witty reply. They were both young and healthy, well-grown, and strongly built, but Jörgen was the most active.
"The Biarmians," he says, "told him many stories both about their own land and about the countries which were around them, but he knew not what was true, because he did not see it himself." Wulfstan was perhaps a Jutlander, and his voyage was confined to the Baltic.
Pelle heard one of them say. "You don't catch me! And if you dare you'll get one in the jaw!" replied Karl. "Think I'm going to have you loafing about?" At the end of the street the great Jutlander was rolling along, the coffin under his arm; the girl followed at a distance, and they kept to the middle of the road as though they formed part of a funeral procession. It was a dismal sight.
This had been the case this evening, when it was only the good-natured Miss Madeleine for whom the carriage was going, and she was always perfectly satisfied, as the old Jutlander well knew, even if the pace was not very terrific. Per Karl now turned round and said to Madeleine, "What shall we do, miss? Now there will be a bother. Mr.
Pelle heard one of them say. "You don't catch me! And if you dare you'll get one in the jaw!" replied Karl. "Think I'm going to have you loafing about?" At the end of the street the great Jutlander was rolling along, the coffin under his arm; the girl followed at a distance, and they kept to the middle of the road as though they formed part of a funeral procession. It was a dismal sight.
"We must see if we can't find nice lodgings for him. You must take the situation you can't go on living here." Prom the end of the long gangway came a curious noise, which sounded like a mixture of singing and crying. Young Lasse got down onto his feet near the open door, and said, "Sh! Singing! Sh!" "Yes! That's the pasteboard-worker and her great Jutlander," said Marie.
"What do you think," said one of the party, "if once a week we alternately met at each other's rooms, and held disputations? No Danish word must be spoken. This might be an excellent scheme." "I agree to that!" cried several. "Regular laws must be drawn up." "Yes, and we must have our best Latin scholar, the Jutlander, Otto Thostrup, with us! He wrote his themes in hexameters."
But she was fond of him and thought nothing of a few blows only it didn't do for the child. She never had food for it, and now it's dead." The door at the end of the gangway opened, and the big Jutlander came out with a tiny coffin under his arm. He was singing a hymn in an indistinct voice, as he stood there waiting. In the side passage, behind the partition-wall, a boy's voice was mocking him.
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