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Did you know, by-the-by, that he's to get a ship of his own next spring?" "No, surely not! Is he really going to be a captain?" said Lasse, in the utmost astonishment. "It's Kongstrup that's at the back of that that's between ourselves, of course!" "Does the father of Anna's child still pay what he's bound to?" asked Lasse. "Yes, he's honest enough!
There was something strange about Jomfru Koller's obstinacy of purpose; she was not even quite sure what she was going to do over there. "I suppose she's going over to learn cooking," said one and another with a covert smile. Fru Kongstrup herself had no suspicion. She, who was always suspecting something, seemed to be blind here.
She behaved properly enough otherwise, and it was well known that Kongstrup had returned to his old hotel-sweethearting in the town. Fru Kongstrup herself, moreover, showed no distrust of her young relative if she had ever felt any. She was as kind to her as if she had been her own daughter; and very often it was she herself who got Jomfru Koller to go in the carriage to look after her husband.
Kongstrup held the paper out in a theatrical attitude and read: "When you read this, I shall have gone forever. Bodil and I have agreed to run away to-night. My stern father will never give his consent to our union, and therefore we will enjoy the happiness of our love in a secret place where no one can find us.
"Why, then he's Uncle Kalle's eldest, and in a way my cousin Kalle, that is to say, isn't really his father. His wife had him before she was married he's the son of the owner of Stone Farm." "So he's a Kongstrup, then!" cried Per Kofod, and he laughed loudly. "Well, that's as it should be!" Pelle paid, and they got up to go. The two girls were still standing by the tree.
She suddenly got the idea that she wanted to go to Copenhagen and learn something, so that she could earn her own living. It sounded strange, as there was every prospect of her some day inheriting the farmer's property. Fru Kongstrup was quite upset at the thought of losing her, and altogether forgot her other troubles in continually talking to her about it.
This invisible something reached out after the others, too. Fru Kongstrup never interfered unkindly in anything, either directly or in a roundabout way; and yet everything became stricter. People no longer moved freely about the yard, but glanced up at the tall windows and hurried past. The atmosphere had once more that oppression about it that made one feel slack and upset and depressed.
It was now Jomfru Koller's second year at the farm, in spite of all evil prophecies; and indeed things had turned out in such a way that every one had to own that his prognostications had been wrong. She was always fonder of driving with Kongstrup to the town than of staying at home to cheer Fru Kongstrup up in her loneliness; but such is youth.
Come here for a little!" she called, with her eyes on the pavement, for she could not lift her head. The bailiff was not at home, and the men remained in hiding in the barn, hoping to see some fun. "I say, Kongstrup, come out a moment! I want to speak to you!" said the Sow indistinctly and then went up the steps and tried to open the door.
Then the farmer turned round in his chair, and drew him toward him by the collar. "Now let's see what you've got there under your smock, my little man!" he said kindly. "It's brandy," said Pelle, drawing forth the bottle. "The mistress said I wasn't to let any one see it." "You're a clever boy," said Kongstrup, patting him on the cheek. "You'll get on in the world one of these days.
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