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And he, Ole Henriksen, had even been afraid that Aagot some day might chance to see the poet's account in his books. He had finally put away the ledger, entirely out of regard for the great man's feelings. It was a most suitable partnership; they were worthy of each other. The poet had something to write about now, a splendid subject!
He had to see Tidemand a moment. As soon as he entered Tidemand's office he said: "I am going to London. I want you to come over occasionally and give the old man a lift. Won't you?" "Certainly," said Tidemand. "Are you not going to sit down, Miss Aagot? For you are not departing, I hope?" "Yes, to-morrow," answered Aagot. Ole happened to think of the last quotations. Rye was going up again.
Suddenly he said: "If I could be sure of not offending you I should like to speak to you about something that concerns yourself only I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I have thought a good deal about it. Hm; it is about Irgens You should not allow Aagot to go out so much. Miss Aagot walks a good deal with him lately.
He asked her several times to stay a little longer, but Aagot thanked him and said that she wanted to get home. There was nothing to be done; she could not be persuaded, and he had to let her have her way. But they could make up for it some other time? There were both museums and galleries she ought to see; he would gladly act as her guide. She smiled and thanked him.
I imagine she has a hard time finding a suitable apartment. Well, that is her lookout. What I want to say how is Miss Aagot?" "All right, I guess; she is out walking. Irgens called for her." Pause. Ole said: "You still have all your help?" "Well, you see, I couldn't fire them all in a minute; they have to have time to look around for something else.
Aagot went with him from place to place, sad and faithful. She was labouring under suppressed emotion. She did not say a word so as not to disturb him, but she looked at him all the time with moist eyes. They had arranged that she should go home the next morning on the first train. Old Henriksen shuffled back and forth, quiet and silent; he knew that his son needed to hurry.
Didn't she remember that she had given it to him herself? She had wanted him to be decorated last year, when he was going to speak to the peasants at Torahus, and she had given him the bow. Didn't she remember? Aagot recalled it. She asked: "Was it really the same bow?" "Yes; isn't it strange? I happened to come across it; I must have brought it along with some clothes; I found it by accident."
"I thought it best to tell you. Mrs. Tidemand, one of the few sterling personalities in the clique, even she! One from that crowd has destroyed her, too." "Is that true?" said Aagot. "Well, I don't care in the least for them; alas, no! I don't want to remember any of them." And she seized Coldevin's arm and pressed close to him as if in fear. This embarrassed him still more.
He walked faster and faster and forgot his own misery. He was done and through with it all; his sufferings lay behind; he had recovered fully. Had he been so very much shaken because Aagot had come to town? Not at all; it had not affected him in the least. And Ole walked on. He knew Mrs.
I would rather be with you here one brief moment, Miss Aagot, than live on for years without you." "Oh, but It is too late now, you know. Why talk about it, then? You only make it so much harder for us both." He said, slowly and emphatically: "No, it is not too late." She looked at him steadily and rose to her feet; he, too, got up; they walked on.
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