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Updated: June 2, 2025
"No, you can see they haven't the curtain has to go up first." There was a hole in the curtain, and a finger came through it, and began to turn from side to side, pointing at the spectators. Lasse laughed. "That's devilish funny!" he cried, slapping his thighs, as the finger continued to point. "It hasn't begun yet," said Pelle. "Is that so?" This damped Lasse's spirits a little.
I'm sure he must have deserved it, but still you shouldn't have done it. Unless he's accused you of thieving, for no honest man need stand that from any one, not even the king himself." "He he called you Madam Olsen's concubine." Pelle had some difficulty in getting this out. Lasse's mouth grew hard and he clenched his fists. "Oh, he did! Oh, did he!
The landscape was only half revealed by the summer night, but it was all as familiar as the mends in the back of Father Lasse's waistcoat, although he had never been here before. The poverty-stricken landscape spoke to him as with a mother's voice.
Pelle was to mind the young cattle, so this would be his last free day, perhaps for the whole summer. He paused outside the stall where his father sat. "What are you going to kill him with, father?" "With the hammer, I suppose." "Will you kill him quite dead, as dead as a dog?" Lasse's nod boded ill to the pupil. "Yes, indeed I shall!" "But who'll read the names for us then?"
He surrendered unconditionally, stooped down until his forehead touched the boy's, and said helplessly, "Yes, Lasse's a poor thing old and poor! Any one can make a fool of him. He can't be angry any more, and there's no strength in his fist, so what's the good of clenching it!
She should not sigh any longer in vain. For a whole month indeed, Lasse's thoughts had been occupied with Karna, now favorably, now unfavorably; but at this solemn moment when Pelle was just taking the great step into the future, and Lasse's feelings were touched in so many ways, the thought of Karna's devotion broke over him as something sad, like a song of slighted affection that at last, at last has justice done to it.
Lasse's knuckles were poised in the air two or three times before they fell upon the door; and then he stood with his forehead close to the panel and listened. "There's no one there," he whispered irresolutely. "Just go in!" exclaimed Pelle. "We can't stand here all day." "Then you can go first, if you think you know better how to behave!" said Lasse, offended.
And amidst all his activities, Lasse's face rose up before him and made him feel lonely in the midst of the bustle. Wherever could Father Lasse be? Would he ever hear of him again? Every day he had expected, in reliance on Karna's word, to see him blundering in at the door, and when anybody fumbled at the door-knocker he felt quite certain it was Lasse.
I'm sure he must have deserved it, but still you shouldn't have done it. Unless he's accused you of thieving, for no honest man need stand that from any one, not even the king himself." "He he called you Madam Olsen's concubine." Pelle had some difficulty in getting this out. Lasse's mouth grew hard and he clenched his fists. "Oh, he did! Oh, did he!
Even if the whole wide world were full of naming devils, Lasse's here and you needn't be afraid!" During all this fierce talk he was tenderly wiping the boy's tear- stained cheeks and nose with his rough hand, and taking the sack upon his back again.
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