friele

Updated: May 6, 2025

I felt ice run down my back at my own boldness, and I clenched my hands to steady myself a bit. If I only hadn't dragged in the Morgenbladet. I knew Friele could show his teeth when he liked, and I was reminded of that by the grinding of the key turning in the lock. "The gas will burn for ten minutes," remarked the policeman at the door. "And then does it go out?" "Then it goes out!"

Knut Hamsun - Hunger