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Updated: May 28, 2025
Bjerregrav's crutch stood behind the door, and he himself sat in stiff funereal state by the window; he held a folded white handkerchief in his folded hands, and was diligently mopping his eyes. "Was he perhaps a relation of yours?" said the young master slyly. "No; but it is so sad for those who are left a wife and children. There is always some one to mourn and regret the dead.
Bjerregrav's crutch stood behind the door, and he himself sat in stiff funereal state by the window; he held a folded white handkerchief in his folded hands, and was diligently mopping his eyes. "Was he perhaps a relation of yours?" said the young master slyly. "No; but it is so sad for those who are left a wife and children. There is always some one to mourn and regret the dead.
"Can you stand it, wandering so much?" asked Bjerregrav anxiously. Wooden-leg Larsen looked contemptuously at Bjerregrav's congenital club-foot he had received his own injury at Heligoland, at the hands of an honorable bullet. "If one's sound of limb," he said, spitting on the floor by the window.
"Now, shall I inherit Bjerregrav's money?" he asked mischievously. "No you've always been good to me; I don't want to cause you any misfortune." "Worse things than that might befall me, don't you think?" "No, for you've got a fair competence. No one has a right to more, so long as the many suffer need." "Certain people have money in the bank themselves," said Master Andres allusively.
"Can you stand it, wandering so much?" asked Bjerregrav anxiously. Wooden-leg Larsen looked contemptuously at Bjerregrav's congenital club-foot he had received his own injury at Heligoland, at the hands of an honorable bullet. "If one's sound of limb," he said, spitting on the floor by the window.
When he sat thus, pondering over and fingering some perfectly familiar object, people used to say, "Now Bjerregrav's questioning fit is coming on!" For Bjerregrav was an inquirer; he would ask questions about the wind and the weather, and even the food that he ate.
At an age when others were thinking about how to find favor with the womenfolk, these two were running about with their heads full of rubbish which enraged people. At that time a dangerous revolutionist was living with Bjerregrav's brother; he had spent many years on Christianso, but then the Government had sent him to spend the rest of his term of captivity on Bornholm.
When he sat thus, pondering over and fingering some perfectly familiar object, people used to say, "Now Bjerregrav's questioning fit is coming on!" For Bjerregrav was an inquirer; he would ask questions about the wind and the weather, and even the food that he ate.
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