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Almost stupidly he had watched one after another come down the road; but all at once his face changed colour. Ludvig Veyergang was sauntering past, dashing and easy, with his stick held loosely in his hand. He had red cheeks like a girl, and fine black whiskers beneath the straw hat, and he half closed his grey eyes to look about him, while he hummed softly.
The student, whose name was Hans, informed them that he lived at Ribe, a quaint old town of South Jutland, left very much to memories and the storks, but possessing a fine twelfth-century Cathedral. The college at Sorö was founded by Ludvig Holberg, the father of Danish comedy, who left his fortune and library for that purpose.
I have written no verses since my early youth, and now I have written a poem on my grief for Ludvig. I will read it to you." There was an Art and Industrial Exhibition in Stockholm, that Summer, which C.N. David was anxious to see. As he did not care to go alone, he took me in his son's place. It was my first journey to a foreign capital, and as such both enjoyable and profitable.
The one she cared about, and had a mother's feeling for, was this He did not know whether he had thought the name himself, or whether Jakobina had said it; but it rang in his ears like the stroke of a hammer on a shining anvil, as he rushed down: "Ludvig Veyergang!" He had robbed him of his mother from his earliest childhood. Was he going to drag Silla away from him too?
We consequently had to pursue our studies with the help of a coach, and the one whom I, together with Kappers, Ludvig David and a few others, had chosen, Otto Algreen-Ussing, was both a capable and a pleasant guide.
I would never have borrowed your money if I'd known it would be like this." "No, mother. You must pay me the money when you can; I won't press you for it. But if you try to beg it from Ludvig Veyergang, we are parted for this world, and as far as I get into the next, too! So now you know, mother. And many thanks for the wedding this time, both from me and Silla!" and he pulled open the door.
Unfortunately he was seriously wounded during the first storming of the Dybboel redoubts by the Germans; a bullet crushed one of the spinal vertebrae; gradually the wound brought on consumption of the lungs and he died young. Ludvig David's death was a great loss to his friends.
Barbara was standing at the counter with a customer. Nobody must say anything against her Ludvig. She knew him; she had been with him day and night for fourteen years. If she only had a halfpenny for every time he had cried and screamed for Barbara! She would have enlarged upon the subject, if it had not been for the man at her back who was calling out for his soft soap.
But now that she had Nikolai there, she had thought and meditated and reflected about setting up a little shop in the town. And she had been out to the Consul's to-day. He was cross when she went into the office, and snappish; but she knew him, and began talking cleverly: "How is mistress and Mr. Ludvig and Miss Lizzie, might I be so bold as to ask?
Gradually my association with Ludvig David grew more and more intimate, and the latter proved himself a constant friend.
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