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Updated: June 16, 2025
"I've found a sweetheart which is quite an occupation." "Are you engaged?" said Pelle vivaciously. "Tell me something about her!" "Oh, there's not much to tell," said Morten, with a melancholy smile. "She is so ragged and decayed that no one else would have her that's why I took her." "That is truly just like you!" Pelle laughed. "But seriously, who is the girl and where does she live?"
"Ah, it's good to be at home!" he said, shaking himself; "it's a stormy night." "Here's a letter from Morten," said Pelle, handing it to him. The old man put on his spectacles. As soon as it was possible to get at the ground, the work of excavating for the foundations of the new workmen's houses was begun with full vigor.
But I must say that she is the most beautiful woman I have yet seen. I think that Morten Bruus a very disagreeable person I scarcely know why myself. But whenever I see him something comes over me, something that is like the memory of an evil dream. And yet it is so vague and so faint, that I could not say whether I had really ever seen the man in my dreams or not.
Then a tall man came forward out of the darkness, with a rolling gait; he came forward muttering to himself. "Hurrah!" cried the boys. "Here comes the 'Great Power." But the man did not hear; he came to a standstill by the fighting group and stood there, still muttering. His giant figure swayed to and fro above them. "Help him, father!" cried Morten.
Where he himself could not see he was like a lens that collects the half-darkness and gives it out again as a beam of light. Morten he preferred to avoid. Pelle had gradually absorbed all the theories of the labor movement, and they comfortably filled his mind. And how could one accomplish more than by remaining in harmony with the whole?
Morten Goosey-Gander could not come for him while they were there and he knew, of course, that the wild geese were in a hurry to continue the journey. In the middle of a story he thought he heard honking and the beating of wings, as if the geese were flying away, but he did not dare to venture over to the balustrade to find out if it was so.
"She was always so strangely unreal to me, like an all too beautiful dream. Do you know she danced herself to death! But you must pretend to the child that I'm her father." Morten nodded. "You might go out to the Home for me, and hear about the old lady. It's a pity she should have to spend her old age there!" He looked round the room. "You can't have her here, however," said Pelle.
And as she and her brother the student are the only children, she will inherit a tidy sum when the old man dies. Morten Bruus of Ingvorstrup was here to-day and wanted to make me a present of a fat calf. But I answered him in the words of Moses, "Cursed be he who taketh gifts." He is of a very quarrelsome nature, a sharp bargainer, and a boastful talker.
The idea of using powder had taken his fancy, although it was not his own. An engineer had been standing behind Morten with his hands in his pockets, after the manner of engineers, and had said, as engineers do say, "If I had my way, I'm blest if I wouldn't do different to this." "What would you do?" asked Morten. "Powder!" answered the engineer, curtly, as engineers have a habit of answering.
Rome wasn't built in a day. I didn't think though that you were interested in it." "I think you're on the right tack, Pelle," answered Morten seriously. "But let the young ones light the fire underneath, and it'll go all the quicker. That new eventualities crop up in this country is no disadvantage; the governing body may very well be made aware that there's gunpowder under their seats.
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