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Updated: May 21, 2025
"If I could only be with him," she thought, and she longed to be able to send him an answer; but she had never learnt properly how to write or to compose a letter. With some difficulty, however, and after several ineffectual attempts, she managed to put two lines together which she remembered from the Catechism: "To my lover Salvé Kristiansen
"You shall put your trust in God, and after Him, in me before all others, who careth for you in all things, and have faith in me. That is the truth from your ever-unforgetting "ELIZABETH RAKLEV. And in the spring, "ELIZABETH KRISTIANSEN." She folded the letter, and got one of Garvloit's sons to write the address; but, that it might be certain to go, she went with it herself to the post-office.
When she held up the candle she had lit, and recognised Salvé Kristiansen, she thought, from his paleness and general appearance, that he was drunk. "Is that you, Salvé? and a pretty state to be in at this time of night!" she began, severely, in the doorway, not caring to let him in at first. "Is that the way you spend your wages?" "No, mother, it's not.
The gale showed no signs of moderating, and that night, as Salvé Kristiansen and another were taking their turn at the wheel, there gleamed suddenly out of the pitchy darkness to leeward of the fore-rigging the white crest of a tremendous eddy wave, which a moment after came crashing down upon the deck, carrying clean away the round-house, binnacle, and long-boat, damaging the wheel, and leaving many of the drenched and half suffocated sailors deposited in the most unexpected places, and only glad to find that they still had the deck under them.
The only one who neither expected news, nor cared apparently whether he received a letter or not, was Salvé Kristiansen. While the parcel was being distributed, he remained standing by the wheel, intent apparently upon watching the movements of the two men who were hoisting up and making fast the jolly-boat.
"My name is Salvé Kristiansen, master of the Apollo," added Salvé, without letting her go, and feeling everything around him infinitely small at that moment. Garvloit turned round and shouted several times from the top of the stairs, raising his voice at each repetition, "Andrea!
After old Jacob had fallen into ill health, lighterman Kristiansen used to come out oftener to Torungen with provisions and other necessaries; and his visits now became periodical.
"How do you do, Salvé Kristiansen?" she said, firmly and quietly. "How do you do, Elizabeth?" he replied, rather huskily, getting up and looking confused. "Are you lying here in Amsterdam with some vessel?" He sat down again, for there was something in her manner that denied approach. "No; in Pürmurende," he replied. "I only came in here to " "You are in the timber line, then, now?"
When he announced his decision to Elizabeth, she entered with animation into the project; and when he went on to add, that she would have to be content now with being only a common man's wife, she replied, intrepidly "If he is only called Salvé Kristiansen, I require nothing more."
As they went over the side Salvé Kristiansen was standing out on the forecastle gazing eagerly over to where the barren mass of rock lay like a dipping hull in the distance, bathed in the evening sun, and with a fringe of foam round its base; and he could see old Jacob's granddaughter standing by the wall of the house with the glass.
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