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And gradually she had come to reckon on staying the rest of her life on the place. Now came Barbro and upset it all. "If we'd only a grain of coffee in the house you should have it," said she to Barbro. "Going farther up, maybe?" "No," said Barbro. "Ho! Not going farther?" "No." "Why, 'tis no business of mine, no," says Oline. "Going down again, maybe?" "No. Nor going down again.
It was pleasant to meet with sympathy, and Inger did not deny it. She worked away at her machine till the place shook, and the ring on her finger shone. "There, you can see for yourself," said Oline to the woman with her. "It's true what I said, Inger she wears a gold ring on her finger." "Would you like to see it?" asked Inger, taking it off.
A summer and two winters now he had been forced to make do with Oline, and no saying how much longer it might be yet. And Barbro, the creature, did she care? He had had a few words with her down in the village one day that winter, but never a tear had trickled slowly from her eyes to freeze on her cheek. "What you've done with rings I gave you?" asks he. "Rings?" "Ay, the rings."
"H'm," said Isak, and this time words were on the very tip of his tongue. What was it Oline had done? Not exactly murder, perhaps, but something not far from it. He could speak in deadly earnest of that sixteenth goat. But he could not stand there for ever, in the middle of the room, saying nothing. "H'm," he said. "Ho! So there's but fifteen goats there now, you say?"
Brede Olsen had fairly threatened him when he went down to fetch the apparatus and tools; ay, had said to him in as many words: "You don't seem like remembering how I saved your life last winter!" "'Twas Oline saved my life," answered Axel. "Ho, indeed! And didn't I carry you down myself on my own poor shoulders?
"What I was going to say," gets out Oline "about Barbro wasn't she far gone with child?" "Child?" groans Brede, under the weight. Oh, 'tis a strange procession; but Axel lets himself be carried all the way till he's set down at his own door. Brede puffs and blows, mightily out of breath. "Ay, or how was it ever born, after all?" asks Oline.
And then she reckons out that Oline, being old, will be sleeping in the little room, and Axel lying out in the hayshed, just as she herself had done. She goes to the door she knows so well, breathless as a thief, and calls softly: "Axel!" "What's that?" asks Axel all at once. "Nay, 'tis only me," says Barbro, and steps in. "You couldn't house me for the night?" she says.
"Well, what have, you done with the sheep? Has Os-Anders had it?" "Os-Anders?" Oline has to set down the buckets and fold her hands." May I never have more guilt to answer for! What's all this about a ewe and lambs you're talking of? Is it the goat you mean, with the flat ears?" "You creature!" said Isak, turning away.
Oline too thinks it as well to make herself as decent as may be, but cannot see where the blood is, and washes the wrong places. Inger looks on for a while, and then points with her finger. "There wash there too, over your eye. No, not that, the other one; can't you see where I'm pointing?" "How can I see which one you're pointing at," answers Oline. "And there's more there, by your mouth.
We said but Goddag and Farvel, for all that I'd known her from she was a toddling child all that time I was here at Sellanraa by reason of you being away and learning knowledge at the Institute...." "There's Rebecca crying," said Inger, breaking in on Oline. But she gave her a handful of wool.
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