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Updated: May 25, 2025
Ay, so things can turn out! But the times he had been through! Standing there as a witness, this toiler in the fields had known the hardest days of his life. 'Twas no gain to him to make Barbro's guilt seem greater, and for that reason he was careful not to say too much, he did not even say all he knew; every word had to be dragged out of him, and he answered mostly with but "Yes" and "No."
True, in the course of the summer he learned to know other sides of Barbro's character, but on the whole, he was content. She had her fancies, and could answer hastily at times; was somewhat over-quick to answer back.
It was only a way of speaking. Barbro's well enough where she is. What was I going to say? You didn't notice anything wrong with the line coming down the telegraph, what?" "With the telegraph? No." "No, no ... There's not much wrong with it now since I took over. And then I've my own machine here on the wall to give a warning if anything happens.
No one there. He got himself some food, and looked about while he was eating. All Barbro's clothes were hanging there; she must be out somewhere, that was all. He went back to his work on the new building, and kept at it for a while, then he looked in at the hut again no, nobody there. She must be lying down somewhere. He sets out to find her. "Barbro!" he calls. No.
There's the cattle at home, they'll be standing in the hut and bellowing for food, not a bite nor a drop since the morning; no Barbro to look to them now no. Barbro's gone, run off and gone, and taken both her rings, gold and silver, taken them with her.
"Oh, you've not an atom of truth nor decency in your body!" said Barbro. And there was the mistress in the doorway. She had come out, perhaps, with no more thought than that the girls were making too much noise, but now she stood looking, very closely at Barbro, at Barbro's apron over her breast; ay, leaning forward and looking very closely indeed. It was a painful moment.
"But when the boy himself wants to get on," said Inger at last, "and has it in him, too." Silence again. Then said Brede with a laugh: "I wish he'd ask for one of mine, anyway. I've enough of them and to spare. But Barbro's the eldest, and she's a girl." "And a good girl enough," said Inger, for politeness' sake. "Ay, I'll not say no," said Brede.
"Barbro's well enough, and clever at this and that she's going to help at the Lensmand's now." "Going to the Lensmand's?" "Well, I had to let her go his wife was so set on it, I couldn't say no." It was well on towards morning now, and Brede rose to go. "I've a bundle and a cap I left in your barn," he said. "That is if the men haven't run off with it," he added jestingly. And time went on.
She sits drinking coffee in the hut, but seeing the men come up, all must give way to that, and she comes out. "Goddag, Axel, and welcome back from the sale. You'll not mind me looking in to see how you and Barbro's getting on? And you're getting on finely, to see, and building a new house and getting richer and richer! And you been buying sheep, Isak?" "Ay," said Isak. "You know her, maybe?"
Sitting there telling Barbro how she herself was friends and on the best of terms with Barbro's father, with Brede Olsen! Ho, many a pleasant hour they'd had together, and a kindly man and rich and grand to boot was Brede, and never a hard word in his mouth. But this could not go on for ever; neither Axel nor Barbro cared to have Oline there any longer, and Barbro had taken over all her work.
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