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"She is giving her husband the last honors," said Jeppe reprovingly. "That is the duty of every good wife." "Of course," rejoined Master Andres. "God knows, something must be done. It's like the performances on the other side of the earth, where the widow throws herself on the funeral pyre when the husband dies, and has to be burned to death." Baker Jorgen scratched his thighs and grimaced.
As pale as death, and quite insensible, she lay at full length at the bottom of the boat, which steered towards Skagen. All possible means were tried to restore Clara to animation, but in vain the poor young woman was dead. Long had Jörgen been buffeting the waves with a corpse exerting his utmost strength and straining every nerve for a dead body.
Jörgen beckoned and called to the person who had charge of it. It came over, and he entered it; but before he and the man who was rowing had got half way across, the men he had seen hurrying on reached the banks, and with threatening gestures shouted the name of the magistrate.
Yonder, in the workshop, where Baker Jorgen and the rest sat and gossiped, he could see nothing but dancing specks of light, and his work swam round in the midst of them; and of his comrades he saw nothing but their aprons. But in the glass ball the light was like a living fire, in whose streams a world was laboring.
"They've let out that the key's hidden under the mat the devils!" Here Baker Jorgen burst into a shout of laughter; his laughter filled the whole workshop when he once began. They guessed what sort of a fellow the new journeyman might be. No one had seen him yet. "He certainly has red hair and a red beard," said Baker Jorgen.
How differently were not things dealt out in this world! Such freezing cold and drifting snow here, whilst in Spain was burning heat, almost too great; and yet when, one clear, frosty day at home, Jörgen saw swans flying in large flocks from the sea over Nissumfiord, and towards Nörre-Vosborg, he thought that the course they pursued was the best, and all summer pleasures were to be found there.
And she can't properly control herself any longer, now that she claims to have a word in the matter. Are you going to put up with that? Go and take her round the waist strike her if you can't put up with her, but make her feel that you're a man!" "Well, are you working up there?" old Jorgen cried to the boys, turning his laughing countenance from Marie. "Tread away!
Even the rest of the few in the minority made known their different views, and among them the Shipowner JÖRGEN KNUDSEN openly confessed that he saw no forcible reasons for dissolving the joint Consular Service. But the issue was plain. After Mr HAGERUP'S proposal for an adjournment was voted against with a minority of few the Consular law was passed unanimously.
"She is giving her husband the last honors," said Jeppe reprovingly. "That is the duty of every good wife." "Of course," rejoined Master Andres. "God knows, something must be done. It's like the performances on the other side of the earth, where the widow throws herself on the funeral pyre when the husband dies, and has to be burned to death." Baker Jorgen scratched his thighs and grimaced.
Besides official papers, there was a large bundle of correspondence relating to Bishop Jörgen Friis, the last Roman Catholic who held the see, and in these there cropped up many amusing and what are called 'intimate' details of private life and individual character. There was much talk of a house owned by the Bishop, but not inhabited by him, in the town.
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