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Updated: June 15, 2025
A cold breath of air hung about him as he went backward and forward from the cart with buttoned-up cloak, and he stamped as loudly on the sharp cobble-stones as though his boot-soles too were made of stone. Then they went on to Due's cottage; Lasse was anxious to see how matters were prospering there. "It isn't always easy when one of the parties brings a love-child into the business."
Pelle succeeded in reconciling them, and they wanted him to stay for dinner. "We've still got potatoes and salt, and I can borrow a drop of brandy from a neighbor!" But Pelle went; he could not watch them hanging on one another's necks, half weeping, and kissing and babbling, and eternally asking pardon of one another. So he went out to Due's.
"Then, pop he rode in at the gate!" said the child, and swallowed horse and rider. While she ate she kept her eyes fixed upon him unwaveringly, with that painful earnestness which was so sad to see. But sometimes it happened that the rider rode right up to her mouth, and then, with a jerk, turned about, and disappeared, at a frantic gallop, between Due's white teeth. Then she smiled for a moment.
They had placed Lasse's bed with the footboard under the sloping ceiling; there was just room enough for it. Pelle felt like a little boy when he went to bed that night; it was so many years since he had slept in the same room as Father Lasse. But in the night he was oppressed by evil dreams; Due's dreadful fate pursued him in his sleep.
However, it was arranged that he should sleep the night at Due's, and in the evening they both went to the theater. "Is it here?" asked Lasse, astounded. They had come to a great building like a barn, before which a number of people were standing. But it was fine inside.
However, it was arranged that he should sleep the night at Due's, and in the evening they both went to the theater. "Is it here?" asked Lasse, astounded. They had come to a great building like a barn, before which a number of people were standing. But it was fine inside.
He felt a suffocating desire to strike out, to attack it. The burden of Due's fate, aggravated by this fresh misfortune, was once more visible in his face; Ellen's gentle hand, could not smooth it away. "Don't look so angry, now you frighten the child so!" she would say, reaching him the boy. And Pelle would try to smile; but it was only a grim sort of smile.
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