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I'll send in a report, and say a hundred Daler would be fair. What do you think?" he asked his assistant. "It's giving it away," said the other. "A hundred Daler?" said Inger. "Isak, you've no call to take so big a place." "No o," said Isak. The assistant put in hurriedly: "That's just what I say. It's miles too big for you as it is. What will you do with it?" "Cultivate it," said the Lensmand.
It would be too tiresome to repeat all the complaints and troubles that were poured forth there. Inger thought it shocking to stand there like a statue: she was, as it were, fastened to the ground by the bread. "This comes of wishing to have clean shoes," said she to herself. "See how they all stare at me!"
And suppose the stone resists, suppose it declines to be crushed? Why, let it try and see which of the two survives! But then it is that Inger speaks up, a little timidly, again; seeing, no doubt, what is troubling him: "What if we both hang on the stick there?" And the thing she calls a stick is the lever, nothing else. "No!" cries Isak furiously.
And it was not long before the money unaccounted for was sent from Sweden, so that Geissler's wife and children could not be said to be held as hostages, but stayed on simply because it pleased them. Isak and Inger had no cause to complain of Geissler's dealings with them, not by a long way.
Inger had not yet given up her idea of keeping a servant; she brought up the question every spring, and every time Isak opposed it stubbornly. All the cutting out and sewing and fine weaving she could do, not to speak of making embroidered slippers, if she had but the time to herself! And of late, Isak had been something less firm in his refusal, though he grumbled still. Ho, the first time!
Even the cows know that something unusual is going on, and give tongue in their own fashion, for Inger goes out every now and then, calling aloud towards the woods, though it is near night. It is an event in the wilderness, a general misfortune. Now and again she gives a long-drawn hail to Isak, but there is no answer; he must be out of hearing. Where are the sheep what can have come to them?
She spake softly and gently, but with half-closed eyes, the same sly Oline as ever. "And as for Inger," said she, "the changeling, as we called her, she went about with children of mine and learned both this and that, for years she did. And this is what we get for it.
Isak puts in a word here; like as not he's more curious to know than Inger herself, but it must not seem that the idea of buying Storborg is any thought of his; he makes himself a stranger to it, and says now: "Why, what you want to know for, Inger?" "I was but asking," says she. And both of them look at Andresen, waiting.
He got involved with something during the afternoon." "Oh," she said coolly. She looked at her watch. "I do have a dinner date with Brule Inger in an hour and a half. But you said this meeting wasn't to take more than an hour anyway, didn't you?" He nodded. "Then I'm free. My quarters are arranged, and I'm ready to go back on my old job in the morning." "Fine," said the Commissioner.
In a presentation of a purely physical attractiveness; Nils Lykke is simply a voluptuary, pursuing his good fortunes, with impudent ease, in the home of his ancestral enemies. In his hands, and not in his only, the majestic Inger is reduced from a queen to a pawn.
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