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'Oh no, my dear Ivaren; won't you excuse me? pleaded Mrs. Knoph. But what was the use? The hall was cleared, room had to be made, and we miserable flamingoes were squeezed up against the walls, so that we might be out of the way, at all events. All the young ladies were annoyed at the interruption, and we gentlemen were more or less sulky over all the affronts that we had endured.
Knoph, who resembled a deserted tower in the desert. I was irreverent enough to let the others gather him up. Of course he would not fall to pieces; I knew the Constantinople architecture. I slipped out into the corridor and laughed until I was quite exhausted. But since then I have often wondered what kind of dance it could have been. AARRE, October 7, 1890.
Knoph over his spectacles. All attention was now concentrated upon Uncle Ivar's legs; it was clear that after the little preliminary steps he would let himself go! I stood and wondered whether he would spring into the air clear over Mrs. Knoph, or only kick the cap off her head.
As far as Uncle Ivar was concerned, 'Sons of Norway' was no doubt good enough for any or every dance; and as to the dance itself, the music was really not so very important; for, you see, it happened in this way: Uncle Ivar came swinging in with one arm by his side, and tall, respectable Mrs. Knoph on the other.
Come, Aunt Knoph, we two old ones will make these miserable youngsters of nowadays think shame. 'Oh, no, my dear, do let me alone, begged respectable Mrs. Knoph; 'remember, we are both old. 'The devil is old, laughed uncle merrily; 'you were the smartest of the lasses, and I was not the greatest lout among the boys, that I know. So come along, old girl!
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