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Updated: June 5, 2025
"You say that so curiously, as if you did know something and wouldn't come out with it and I, poor woman, I don't know where to turn." The good-natured woman began to cry. "And why don't you come over to see us any more?" "Oh, I don't know I've so much on hand, Madam Johnsen," answered Pelle evasively. "If only she's not bewitched.
"She had only to come to me; I'm ever so much in her debt!" "No, don't you believe she'd do that. The 'Family' is proud. I had to go over and steal the shoes somehow!" "Poor little things!" said Madam Johnsen, "it's really touching to see how they hold together! And they know how to get along. But why are you taking Pelle's arm, Hanne? You don't mean anything by it."
"The prefect of police himself has just five hundred kroner lying in his desk. I'll try to get it for you if you like." "No," said Pelle slowly, "I would rather undergo my punishment. But thanks for your kind intentions and give my best wishes to your old mother. And if you ever have anything to spare, then give it to Widow Johnsen. She and the child have gone hungry since Hanne's death."
In a few words Pelle told Morten the child's previous history Madam Johnsen and her husband's vain fight to get on, his horrible death in the sewer, how Hanne had grown up as the beautiful princess of the "Ark" Hanne who meant to have happiness, and had instead this poor child! "You've never told me anything about Hanne," said Morten, looking at him. "No," said Pelle slowly.
At last he said, calmly and plainly, "Are you not in love with this woman?" Johnsen's first idea was to answer no; but he failed in the effort, hesitated, and said, "I don't know." From that moment the dean had completed his task. Johnsen tried to break off the conversation by looking at the clock, which was now nearly eight.
One day Johnsen actually found himself hesitating before the door of his school, shrinking from going into its tainted atmosphere, when it was not actually necessary for him to do so. The discovery caused him at first the greatest uneasiness. Now, however, Rachel's society was beginning to have more influence over him.
They took him over to the "Ark," the old night watchman giving up his room and going up to Widow Johnsen; there he slept in the daytime, and at night went about his duties; a possible arrangement, although there was only one bed. When Lasse was put into a warm bed he lay there shivering; and he was not quite clear in his mind.
He held his hand in front of his mouth like a speaking-trumpet in order to shout above the noise. "Mother's coming up behind you with the Olsens," he roared. "I can't hear what he says at all," said Madam Johnsen. She didn't care about meeting people out of the "Ark" to-day. When the coffee was finished they wandered up and down between the booths and amused themselves by watching the crowd.
God only knew how he had allowed himself to be so entangled! It was a piece of luck that he hadn't been caught there was no future for Hanne. Madam Johnsen continued to lean on him affectionately, and she often came over for a little conversation; she could not forget the good times they had had together.
"But is that sufficient?" "I don't understand you, Miss Garman." "Do you think that you would be doing yourself justice by thus evading the responsibility that your convictions give rise to? If I were a man" Rachel drew herself up "I would go and seek the conflict, and not shirk it." "Neither will I shirk it, Miss Garman," answered Johnsen. "I hope you won't; there are quite enough who do."
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