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But even those three shots were no use: the child was torn to bits and half eaten by the time Glahn come up. If he hadn't been drunk he wouldn't have made the attempt to save it. He spent the night drinking and rioting in the hut next door. For two days he was never sober for a minute, and he had found a lot of companions, too, to drink with him. He begged me in vain to take part in the orgy.
But the Glahns can safely stop advertising for their relative; for he died at the place we went to, which I will not name. I had heard of Thomas Glahn, by the way, before I met him; his name was not unknown to me. I had heard of some affair of his with a young girl from Nordland, from a big house there, and that he had compromised her in some way, after which she broke it off.
And, in turn, becoming sponsor, he presented his stocky companion as Dr. von Dresslin; and the ceremony instantly stiffened to a more rigid etiquette. Then, in his always gentle, graceful way, Von Glahn rested his hand lightly on Stent’s shoulder: "You made us jump you two Americans as though you had been British.
As we sat there on the boat, I remember we talked about the little village we were making for, to which neither of us had been before. "There's a sort of hotel there, I believe," said Glahn, looking at the map. "Kept by an old half-caste woman, so they say. The chief lives in the next village, and has a heap of wives, by all accounts some of them only ten years old."
His attempt to carry the fire of youth beyond the grave of youth ends in disaster; an unnecessary débâcle due to his gratuitously attempting the impossible. Hamsun's poet-personality, the spirit we have seen striving for expression through the figures of Nagel, Glahn, Johannes, and the rest, is a creature of feeling. And here the development proceeds on altogether different lines.
Well, I knew nothing about the chief and his wives, or whether there was a hotel in the place, so I said nothing. But Glahn smiled, and I thought his smile was beautiful. I forgot, by the way, that he could not by any means be called a perfect man, handsome though he was.
A woman, they say, said: "When he looks at me, I am lost; I feel a sensation as if he were touching me." But Thomas Glahn had his faults, and I have no intention of hiding them, seeing that I hate him. He could at times be full of nonsense like a child, so kindly natured was he; and perhaps it was that which made him so irresistible to women. God knows!
A classmate of mine at the Munich Polytechnic invited me Siurd von Glahn a splendid fellow educated at Oxford just like one of us nothing of the Boche about him at all " Brown laughed: "A Boche is always a Boche, Harry. The black Prussian blood " "No; Siurd was all white. Really. A charming, lovable fellow.
It's all one to me. He's beyond all bearing now." But just then, coming up to the hut, we saw Glahn lying on a mat on the ground, hands at the back of his neck, staring up at the sky. "There he is," I said. Maggie went straight up to him, before I could stop her, and said in a pleased sort of voice: "I don't chew things now nothing at all.
I went into the room. "Fancy Lieutenant Glahn amuses himself having meetings with the servants on the steps!" said Edwarda suddenly, out loud. She was standing in the doorway. Several heard what she said. She laughed, as if speaking in jest, but her face was very pale. I made no answer to this; I only murmured: "It was accidental; she just came out, and we met in the passage..."
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