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There was a long pause, finally broken by Hugh. "Will you be going home by Hansen's to-night, Doctor?" "I can as well as any other way," the doctor said, glad to hear voices again. "Will you ask Hansen to come over in the morning, then?" Hugh asked.
He saw only a fellow staggering out with the screw of the press to feed the flame, and hurried on in the din to call, "Master, art thou there?" There was no answer, and he moved on to the next door, calling again softly, while all the spoilers seemed absorbed in the fire and the combat. "Master Michael! 'Tis I, Ambrose!" "Here, my son," cautiously answered a voice he knew for Lucas Hansen's.
Eggs are a luxury, and a most stale and unprofitable one; but there is any quantity of poor beer to be had, a profusion of buttermilk, either sweet or sour, and sometimes a little coffee, so thick and muddy that it is much more like distilled soot than the products of Mocha or Rio Nunez. In Dame Hansen's establishment, on the contrary, cellar and larder were alike well-stored.
He arrived there in the company of Joel, who had gone half-way to meet him, and it is needless to say that his coming was hailed with delight at Dame Hansen's inn, that he had the very best room in the house, and that the floor was freshly strewn with twigs of juniper that perfumed it like a chapel.
And this being the case, it is not strange that the inn at Dal is well and favorably known in all the countries of Northern Europe. One can see this, too, by glancing over the register in which many travelers have not only recorded their names, but paid glowing tributes to Dame Hansen's merits as an inn-keeper.
"Yes." "I certainly never heard the name before." "But she has, though she had never seen the man until day before yesterday." Then Hulda related all the incidents that had marked Sandgoist's sojourn at the inn, not neglecting to mention Dame Hansen's singular conduct at the moment of his departure.
And when Sylvius Hogg, professor of law, and; a member of the Storthing, felt in this way, one can hardly wonder at the infatuation of the public, nor that No. 9672 could be sold at an enormous premium. So in Dame Hansen's household there was no one who protested against the young girl's decision at least no one except the mother.
You spend good money on der prize-fighters. How you know? Tell me dat! How you know?" "I know vat I know," Silverstein held on sturdily a thing Genevieve had never before seen him do when his wife was in her tantrums. "His fader die, he go to work in Hansen's sail-loft. He haf six brudders an' sisters younger as he iss. He iss der liddle fader. He vork hard, all der time.
Both Doctor Morgan and John Hunter looked over at Hugh sharply, wondering what he could want of Luther, but the sick man closed his eyes as a way of ending the argument. Doctor Morgan dropped his finger on the patient's wrist again and looked at John warningly: "I think I'll be going. You stay with Noland, Hunter. I want a word with Mrs. Hunter before I go. I'll stop at Hansen's, Noland."
"So do I, my boy." "And then I will escort you anywhere in the district that you care to go." "We'll see about that when Richard is himself again. I still have two months leave before me, and even if I should be obliged to spend the whole of it under Dame Hansen's roof I should have no cause for complaint.
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