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Updated: May 1, 2025
He regretted that his collections were packed away, so that he could not show them that bunch of weed from the White Sea, the clay from Korholmerne, highly interesting stone formations from the bottom of the sea. The ladies peeped curiously at his shirt studs, the five-pointed coronets they meant that he was a Baron, of course.
"My father is going to Russia in a few days," she said. "And I am going to have a party. Have you been out to Korholmerne? We must have two hampers of wine; the ladies from the vicarage are coming again, and father has already given me the wine. And you won't look at her again, will you? My friend, I mean. Please, you won't, will you? Or I shall not ask her at all."
No longer ago than yesterday she had thought of me. All was well again now. The two boats lay ready, and we stepped on board. Talking and singing. The place, Korholmerne, lay out beyond the islands; it took a good while to row across, and on the way we talked, one party with another, from boat to boat.
Have you been here long, may I ask?" "A few months." A pleasant man. Herr Mack asked him to tell us about his scales and sea-things, and he did so willingly told us what kind of clay there was round Korholmerne went into his room and fetched a sample of weed from the White Sea. He was constantly lifting up his right forefinger and shifting his thick gold spectacles back and forward on his nose.
She opened the door to the kitchen, and called the boatmen in. "Jakob, you remember the day you rowed us out to Korholmerne, and you picked up my shoe when it fell into the water?" "Yes," answered Jakob. "And you were given five daler for saving it?" "Yes, you gave me..." "Thanks, that will do, you can go." Now what did she mean by that trick? I thought she was trying to shame me.
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