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But 'tis a dog you are and ever were, Brede, and leaving a man to die. Ho, but there's more shall know of this, never fear, and true as I'm lying here. And won't even come and reach me that ax...." Silence. Axel strains away at the tree once more, lifts it a little, and brings down a new shower of snow. Gives it up again and sighs; he is worn out now, and getting sleepy.
He was something affected at the change, of course; 'twas not so easy to say good-bye to a place where one had lived and toiled and moiled so many years, and come to care for. But Brede, good man, was never long cast down. 'Twas his best point, the charm of him. He had once in his life taken it into his head to be a tiller of the soil, 'twas an inspiration had come to him.
The Lensmand was no tyrant, but shallow, and not overconscientious. He ignored his assistant, Brede Olsen, who by virtue of his office should be an expert in such affairs; the matter was settled out of hand, by guesswork. Yet for Isak and his wife it was a serious matter enough ay, and for who should come after them, maybe for generations.
The good Frau von S. was greatly worried and was already on the point of sending out people, when they heard him limping up the stairs. "You stayed out a long time, John," she said; "I was beginning to think you had lost your way in the forest of Brede." "I went through Fir-tree Hollow." "Why, that's a long roundabout way! Why didn't you go through the Brede Woods?" He looked up at her sadly.
One day at the club I could not resist saying, 'You are an ass, La Bride, to ruin yourself worse than that, to ruin your sister, for the sake of a snail, as little sympathetic as Sarah, a girl who always has a cold in her head, and who has already deceived you. 'Deceived me! cried La Brede, waving his long arms.
"Monsieur Le Brede has gathered some oranges, and is trying to play at cup and ball with them on his nose, while his friend, Monsieur du Tremblay, jealous of his success, talks of illuminating the trees with bowls of punch," said Marechal. "And what is Serge doing?" inquired Micheline, smiling. "He is talking to my wife on the terrace," said Cayrol, appearing in the gallery.
After dinner that night or rather, after supper, for we had dinner in the middle of the day at Jacobus's I walked down the long verandah to ask Brede, who was placidly smoking at the other end, to accompany me on a twilight stroll. Half way down I met Major Halkit.
"Better if you'd saved him at the point of death," says she. "And how was it, Brede, you coming by and seeing him in deadly peril and heard his cry and never stopped to help?" "You hold your tongue," says Brede. And it might have been easier for her if she had, wading deep in snow and out of breath, and a heavy burden and all, but 'twas not Oline's way to hold her tongue.
Ay, I heard that Brede he's given it up." "H'm," says Axel, smiling. "'Tis not so much that way of it, but Brede that's been turned off." "Ay, so," says Isak, and trying to find some excuse for Brede. "It takes a deal of time to look after, no doubt." "They gave him notice to the new year, if he didn't do better." "H'm." "You don't think it'd be worth my while to take it?"
He was twelve years old when his mother received a visit from her younger brother who lived in Brede and had not crossed his sister's threshold since her foolish marriage.
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