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She made no answer, but flushed with pleasure. Ellen now received from Morten the amount he usually spent in a month on food and house-rent. She was quite disconcerted. What was she to do with all that money? It was far too much! Well, they need no longer be anxious about their rent. Johanna was soon so far recovered as to be able to get up for a little.
"Well, you are seventeen," says Pelle, consoling. "But it's silly all the same; she might well be your mother apart from her age." And they both laugh. It can be still cozier on work-day evenings. Then the fire is burning openly in the stove, even after eight o'clock, and the lamp is shining, and Morten is there again.
Malicious tongues have repeated to him the stupid gossip that is going about in the district. Morten Bruus is reported to have said that "he would force the rector to bring back his brother, if he had to dig him out of the earth." The fellow may be in hiding somewhere, possibly at Ingvorstrup. He has certainly disappeared completely, and no one seems to know where he is.
"Do you wish me to ask Morten Goosey-Gander to meet the strange bird?" asked Dunfin. "Indeed, I do!" exclaimed Prettywing excitedly. "You couldn't render me a greater service." The next morning the goosey-gander was up before the sun. He stationed himself on the highest point of the island and peered in all directions. Presently he saw a big, dark bird coming from the west.
The morning emptiness of the street was well done, but the blood was too brilliantly red. "It's very unpleasant," said Ellen, with a shudder. "But it's true." Morten came home from town with a big letter which he handed to Pelle, saying: "Here's news for you from Brun." Pelle went into the house to read it undisturbed, and a little while after came out again.
He had heard a noise up there when he had gone out to see how the wind was. The Consul and Uncle Richard were playing chess. Morten, Fanny, and Rachel were talking of to-morrow's ball, and they every now and then addressed themselves to Miss Cordsen, who was sitting by the fireside polishing the silver.
A finer bridge no one had ever seen. But he had to sell the shirt off his body in order to meet his engagements. He lived at that time in a pretty little house that was his own property. It lay out on the eastern highway, and had a turret on the mansard Jens and Morten had spent their early childhood there.
But when old Worse died, and his son took his place in the firm, it was soon evident that Morten Garman and young Worse would not be able to work together. Under a friendly arrangement, therefore, Worse retired with a considerable fortune, while Garman retained the business and the old family property of Sandsgaard.
"There's no room for it," she declared, and quietly laid it on one side, "that's to say if you want things to wash yourself with; and you're sure to meet plenty of unhappy people wherever you go, for there's always enough of them everywhere." "Then perhaps Madam will not permit me to take my writing things with me?" questioned Morten, in a tone of supplication.
But Ellen was familiar with the remoteness that came into his eyes at such times, and she knew how to dispel it with a kiss. One day he met Morten in the street. Pelle was delighted, but there was a sceptical expression in Morten's eyes. "Why don't you ever come to see me now?" asked Pelle. "I often long to see you, but I can't well get away from home."
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