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Updated: June 11, 2025
But the telegraph company had already had occasion several times to reprimand him for neglect, and had again offered the post to Isak. No, it was not the telegraph that was in Brede's mind all the time, but the ore up in the hills; it was his one idea now, a mania.
"If I know her? Nay...." "With these flat ears, you can see." "Flat ears? How d'you mean now? And what then? What I was going to say: Who bought Brede's place, after all?
This is letting you in on the ground floor, says I, 'and it's now or never. 'Oh, let it wait, says he. I don't know what's in-to the man." "I don't know how well he knows his own business, Major," I said as I started again for Brede's end of the veranda. But I was troubled none the less. The Major could not have influenced the sale of one share of stock in the Capitoline Company.
When he had seen what he wanted, he took his leave and went back at once. No, he would not come in, hadn't the time; he was going to start ditching that same evening. And off he went. This was something different from Brede's way. Oh, Brede, he could run about the moorland farms now telling news: miraculous waterworks at Sellanraa! "It doesn't pay to work your soil overmuch," he had said.
Axel Ström, the neighbour from Maaneland, the man who had no wife, and no woman to help him, but managed for himself, he came too. He was in a good humour that day; he told them how he had just got a promise of a girl to help through the summer and that was a weight off his mind. He did not say who the girl was, and Isak did not ask, but it was Brede's girl Barbro who was to come.
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