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He was dreadfully dirty and unshaven, his collar and frock-coat looked as if they had been fished up from a ragbag. No, the trade never made Lars Peter as dirty as that; why, the dirt was in layers on this old man. But of course this business was ever so much bigger than his own! Good-naturedly, he took off his hat. "Are you Mr. Levinsohn?" asked he, when the old man had finished.
And he arranged his round so that Ditte could spend a few days with her grandmother. "Bring back the eiderdown with you," said Sörine. "It's cold now, and it'll be useful for the children." "We'll see about it," answered Lars Peter. When she got a thing into her head, she would nag on and on about it, so that she would have driven most people mad.
A third sat taking note of all things about him: if the clock which was about to strike did not make its first stroke before he could count twenty, he would pass; if the person he heard in the passage proved to be the gard-boy Lars, he would pass; if the great rain-drop, working its way down over the pane, came as far as the moulding of the window, he would pass.
"Suppose we talk sense," grumbled Bertram. "Suppose we do; I know you can." They both laughed at this, and all the way up Kearney Street she continued her chatter of Europe. Lars Wark, who had known her mother, had done everything for her. It had been very different from the regular tour; she came back ignorant of all the show places from Cologne Cathedral to the Tower.
And of these Bert Rhine must certainly be in a bad way, while there were many weaklings, such as Sundry Buyers, Nancy, Larry, and Lars Jacobsen. "Well, what do you want?" I demanded. "I haven't much time to waste. Breakfast is ready and waiting." Charles Davis started to speak, but I shut him off. "I'll have nothing out of you, Davis. At least not now.
Lars Larssen had made no mention of this name. It was the one facet of the situation of which the shipowner knew nothing the one unknown link in the chain of circumstance. Arthur Dean could only send a frantic wire to Lars Larssen, and the liner had cast off from her moorings before an answer came. This is what the shipowner found awaiting him at his hotel: "Mrs M. wants to know where is Rivière.
In a swift retrospect they remembered the frightful tales told of this very spot of the killing of Lars Peterson and his brother Nels, and the brutal hammering a crowd of drunken men had given to Big Ole, of the Wapsy. The blood was trickling down Lime's face from a cut on his cheek, but Steve's face was swollen and ghastly from the three blows which he had received.
It had happened before that Lars Peter and Klavs had spent the night searching. And once Ditte had nearly run herself off her legs looking for the boy, while all the time he was quite happy driving round with his father on his rounds. He had been waiting for Lars Peter on the highroad, telling him he had a holiday and got permission to go with his father. There was no trusting him.
Involuntarily he had taken his hat off, but then, gathering himself together, he drove into one of the sheds and jumped down from the cart. Hearing voices, he opened the door. In the darkness sat some young girls sorting some filth or other, which looked like blood-stained rags. "Well, well, what a dove-cote to land in," broke out Lars Peter in high spirits.
On Sundays Lars Peter would harness the nag and drive them out to Frederiksvaerk, or to the other side of the lake. It was pleasant to drive, and as long as they possessed a horse and cart, they could not be utterly destitute. Their small circle of acquaintances had vanished, but thanks to Klavs they found new friends.
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