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Updated: June 8, 2025
Camilla asked Mogens to fetch some for her. He tore them all off, and came back with both hands full. "Thank you, I don't want so many," she said, selected a few and let the rest fall to the ground. "Then I wish I had let them be," Mogens said earnestly. Camilla bent down and began to gather them up.
Furniture, bedding, black helmets, ladders, shining buttons, illuminated faces, wheels, ropes, tarpaulin, strange instruments; Mogens rushed into their midst, over, under it all, forward to the house. The facade was brightly illuminated by the flames from the burning factory, smoke issued from between the tiles of the roof and rolled out of the open windows of the first story.
The autumn weather remained so mild that the councilor stayed on at Cape Trafalgar for another whole month, and the effect of the benevolence was that Mogens came twice the first week and about every day the third. It was one of the last days of fair weather. It had rained early in the morning and had remained overclouded far down into the forenoon; but now the sun had come forth.
It softened all the lines in the room and made all the colors seem sated and peaceful. It seemed to Mogens as if the air rose and fell with her bosom in gentle rarifications.
Mogens kept on running as quickly as before, but much easier at heart. Still a few streets, there were more and more people, and they were talking now of the soap-factory. It lay directly opposite the councilor's. Mogens ran on as if possessed. There was only a single slanting cross-street left.
She had expected him to help her and looked up at him in surprise, but he stood there quite calm and looked down at her. Now as she had begun, she had to go on, and gathered up they were; but she certainly did not talk to Mogens for a long while. She did not even look to the side where he was.
"Oh, stay with me only to-day, I won't torment you to stay a single hour longer. "You really are dogs, you women! You haven't a trace of fine feelings in your body. If one gives you a kick, you come crawling back again." "Yes, yes, that's what we do, but stay only for to-day won't you stay!" "Stay, stay! No!" "You have never loved me, Mogens!" "No!"
"Don't you know that elves love darkness?" Mogens smiled. "You don't believe in elves, but you should. It is beautiful to believe in all that, in gnomes and elves. I believe in mermaids too, and elder-women, but goblins! What can one do with goblins and three-legged horses? Old Mary gets angry when I tell her this; for to believe what I believe, she says is not God-fearing.
But Mogens declared that he was very well satisfied with himself. When towards sunset he was going home the councilor and Camilla accompanied him a little way. And as they were going home she said to her father that perhaps they ought to invite that lonesome young man rather frequently during the month, while it was still possible to stay in the country.
He is enraptured by this tiny, living creature, he would so much like to have it come closer and closer, but he does not care to move, scarcely to take breath, lest it may be frightened and fly away. As Mogens saw Thora more and more frequently, memories came more and more rarely, and he began to see her as she was.
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