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Updated: June 14, 2025
"What made you come just here for your holiday, I wonder," she asked suddenly. "I leave everything to chance, Froken Uthoug. It just happened so. It's all so homelike here, wherever one goes. And it is so wonderful to be home in Norway again." "But haven't you been to see your people your father and mother since you came home?" "I ! Do you suppose I have a father and mother?"
When at last he had reached the high fence and rung the bell, he stood breathless and dripping with sweat, leaning against the gate. There was a sound of steps within, a key was turned, and a porter with a red moustache and freckles about his hard blue eyes thrust out his head. "What d'you want to go ringing like that for?" "Froken Hagen Louise Hagen is she better? How how is she?"
"O," said the Fröken, "she follows me wherever I go." "No, that she certainly must not, for she would betray us: the door of my house is too narrow for her to enter, and we dare not let her stand without. You are too good to suffer harm," said he to the mare, while taking off the saddle and pillion, "but every one is nearest to himself."
The Junker now considered it his duty to make a full confession. The old man shook his head; Fröken Mette laughed, and maintained he had dreamed, and, in order to convince him that he had, she felt herself the more bound to fulfil her engagement.
A sudden flush came to the girl's face, and she shook her head. "It's foolish of me to sit here and tell you all this. But you see that was why we wanted so much to find out about you when you came. And it gives me a sort of feeling of our having known each other a long time." "You appear to have a very constant flow of high spirits, Froken Uthoug!" "I? Why do you think ? Oh, well, yes.
"It's simply wicked of him," added Froken Selma Bogstad. "He is bringing the whole family into disrepute." The mother did not reply, but turned her face thoughtfully away from the angry daughter. "The boy is completely carried away with this American religion," continued the girl, pacing nervously back and forth in the room.
Froken Elisabeth asked half in jest: "But tell me I don't understand these things a bit, you know why wouldn't it be better to saw a tree across in the old way?" "He's trying to get rid of the lateral pressure; that's a strain on the men working," explained the Captain.
We drank together; she had quivering eyes, they were never still; she kept looking at me and then looking away, all the time. "Froken," I said, "do you not think people here in these parts are like the short summer itself? In their feeling, I mean? Beautiful, but lasting only a little while?" I spoke loudly, very loudly, and I did so on purpose.
As soon as the family met at breakfast, and the Junker had given an account of their fruitless expedition, the lady of the house put to him the very natural question, How he had slept after so much fatigue? "Quite well," was the answer. The Fröken smiled. "I think you slept in the tower-chamber," said she.
Come, come, poor Bel," cried he, drawing the mare after him, "you are accustomed at other times to carry an arched neck, and to lift your feet high enough; now you drag them along the ground, and stretch out your neck like a fish when it is being hauled out of the water." After a pause, the Fröken asked, "Can they see us?"
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