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Sometimes when he read at home, he could not keep his eyes fixed on the book because his thoughts insisted on straying into all sorts of irrelevant fields. But no matter in what direction they started, circuitously they always found their way into the field of main preoccupation. Although shocked at the time by what Johan had told him, it did not remain actively in his memory.
David Bautz. 114; G. W. Dysselhof, 113; Arnold Marc. Gorter, 113; Johan Hendrik van Mastenbroek, 114; Albert Roelofs, 113; Hobbe Smith, 114; W. B. Tholen, 113. Etchings and Engravings Gold Medal. T. H. Van Hoytema, 115. Norwegian Section. In the Annex. Oil Painting Medal of Honor. Harald Sohlberg. Gold Medal. Halfdan Strom. Etchings and Engravings Medal of Honor. Olaf Lange. Gold Medal.
He wore a newly-washed blue blouse under his waistcoat, which showed at the neck and wrists and did duty as collar and cuffs; but Fair Maria bent back from the box-seat, where she was sitting alone with Karl Johan, and tied a very white scarf round his neck, and Karna, who wanted to be motherly to him, went over his face with a corner of her pocket-handkerchief, which she moistened with her tongue.
"Why can't Johan come up here," asked Keith. "Because ...," said his mother, and got no further. "Yes," the aunt declared in a tone of absolute finality, "you must send him to school." No sooner had the aunt taken her leave than Keith assailed his mother with excited demands for further information. She took his head between her both hands and looked at him as if she would never see him again.
She held the position of art teacher in a school in Batavia, New York, while still a girl herself. About 1860 she became the pupil of Herr Johan Wilhelm Preyer, the well-known painter of still-life, fruit, and flowers. Preyer was a dwarf and an excellent man, but as a rule took no pupils. He was much interested in Miss Searle, and made an exception in her case.
There was really no end to the things that Karl Johan knew about; and he said the name "Bavarian beer" with no more difficulty than others would have in turning a quid in their mouth. But of course he was a trusted man on the farm now and often drove on errands into the town. This raised their spirits and awakened curiosity, for most of them had never tasted Bavarian beer before.
Murray would fight for a thing like that, he said to himself. Or would he? Without having reached a decision Keith made for his own house, trying to look as if Johan didn't exist. "He has no real use for you, and you'll find it out," was Johan's parting shot. Keith was suddenly struck with the coarseness of Johan's manners and speech.
All the men present looked at him curiously, but said nothing in response to his outburst. Johan Zegota, seating himself next to Sergius Thord, opened a large parchment volume that lay on the table, and taking up a pen addressed himself to Thord, saying "Will you ask the questions, or shall I?" "You, by all means! Proceed in the usual manner." Whereupon Zegota began. "Stand forth, comrades!"
In the cart sat Karl Johan and Fair Maria eating. "Get up and have something to eat!" they said, and as Pelle was ravenous, he forgot everything while he ate. But then Johan asked about Lasse, and his torment returned. Karl Johan was cross; not one had returned to the cart, although it was the time agreed upon.
So that's the boy's father, is it?" she said, suddenly breaking off as she caught sight of Lasse. "Yes, it is," said Lasse, quietly. "And surely you must be schoolmaster Johan Pihl's Johanna from Tommelilla, who left the country nearly twenty years ago?"
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